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Chapter 41

           Irodeupstairsintheelevator,steppedoutandwentdownthehalltoCatherine’sroom,whereIhadleftmywhitegown.Iputitonandpinneditinbackattheneck.Ilookedintheglassandsawmyselflookinglikeafakedoctorwithabeard.Iwentdownthehalltothedeliveryroom.ThedoorwasclosedandIknocked.NooneansweredsoIturnedthehandleandwentin.ThedoctorsatbyCatherine.Thenursewasdoingsomethingattheotherendoftheroom.

           "Hereisyourhusband,"thedoctorsaid.

           "Oh,darling,Ihavethemostwonderfuldoctor,"Catherinesaidinaverystrangevoice."He’sbeentellingmethemostwonderfulstoryandwhenthepaincametoobadlyheputmeallthewayout.He’swonderful.You’rewonderful,doctor."

           "You’redrunk,"Isaid.

           "Iknowit,"Catherinesaid."Butyoushouldn’tsayit."Then"Giveittome.Giveittome."Sheclutchedholdofthemaskandbreathedshortanddeep,pantingly,makingtherespiratorclick.Thenshegavealongsighandthedoctorreachedwithhislefthandandliftedawaythemask.

           "Thatwasaverybigone,"Catherinesaid.Hervoicewasverystrange."I’mnotgoingtodienow,darling.I’mpastwhereIwasgoingtodie.Aren’tyouglad?"

           "Don’tyougetinthatplaceagain."

           "Iwon’t.I’mnotafraidofitthough.Iwon’tdie,darling."

           "Youwillnotdoanysuchfoolishness,"thedoctorsaid."Youwouldnotdieandleaveyourhusband."

           "Oh,no.Iwon’tdie.Iwouldn’tdie.It’ssillytodie.Thereitcomes.Giveittome.

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