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Chapter 13

           "Theyareallempty,"saidtheporter."Youarethefirstpatient."Heheldhiscapinhishandandlookedattheelderlynurse.

           "ForChrist’ssweetsaketakemetosomeroom."ThepainhadgoneonandonwiththelegsbentandIcouldfeelitgoinginandoutofthebone.Theporterwentinthedoor,followedbythegray-hairedwoman,thencamehurryingback."Followme,"hesaid.Theycarriedmedownalonghallwayandintoaroomwithdrawnblinds.Itsmelledofnewfurniture.Therewasabedandabigwardrobewithamirror.Theylaidmedownonthebed.

           "Ican’tputonsheets,"thewomansaid."Thesheetsarelockedup."

           Ididnotspeaktoher."Thereismoneyinmypocket,"Isaidtotheporter."Inthebuttoned-downpocket."Theportertookoutthemoney.Thetwostretcher-bearersstoodbesidethebedholdingtheircaps."Givethemfivelireapieceandfivelireforyourself.Mypapersareintheotherpocket.Youmaygivethemtothenurse."

           Thestretcher-bearerssalutedandsaidthankyou."Good-by,"Isaid."Andmanythanks."Theysalutedagainandwentout.

           "Thosepapers,"Isaidtothenurse,"describemycaseandthetreatmentalreadygiven."

           Thewomanpickedthemupandlookedatthemthroughherglasses.Therewerethreepapersandtheywerefolded."Idon’tknowwhattodo,"shesaid."Ican’treadItalian.Ican’tdoanythingwithoutthedoctor’sorders."Shecommencedtocryandputthepapersinherapronpocket."AreyouanAmerican?"sheaskedcrying.

           "Yes.Pleaseputthepapersonthetablebythebed."

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