Outside I kept away from the station, where there were military police, and picked up a cab at the edge of the little park. I gave the driver the address of the hospital. At the hospital I went to the porter’s lodge. His wife embraced me. He shook my hand.
“You are back. You are safe.”
“Yes.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“How are you, Tenente? How are you?” the wife asked.
“Fine.”
“Won’t you have breakfast with us?”
“No, thank you. Tell me is Miss Barkley here at the hospital now?”
“Miss Barkley?”