"Gracious, what is it now! Can't you sit still for a minute?"
"But we've been here three hours."
Mrs. Cuberle sniffed.
"Do—do I really have to?"
"Now don't be silly, Mary. After those terrible things you told me, of course you do."
An olive-skinned woman in a transparent white uniform came into the reception room.
"Cuberle. Mrs. Zena Cuberle?"
"Yes."
"Doctor will see you now."
Mrs. Cuberle took Mary's hand and they walked behind the nurse down a long corridor.