“Sh—don’t talk,” the nurse said.
“A boy. He’s long and wide and dark.”
“Is he all right?”
“Yes,” I said. “He’s fine.”
I saw the nurse look at me strangely.
“I’m awfully tired,” Catherine said. “And I hurt like hell. Are you all right, darling?”
“I’m fine. Don’t talk.”
“You were lovely to me. Oh, darling, I hurt dreadfully. What does he look like?”
“He looks like a skinned rabbit with a puckered-up old-man’s face.”
“You must go out,” the nurse said. “Madame Henry must not talk.”