She lifted the sheet and examined the doctor’s large stitches
with interest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she looked up abruptly. Her eyes probed me. It was an odd feeling, as if she could see beyond my clothes.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked abruptly.
I nodded, “Sure,” I said, and went on unpacking Maxison’s bag. I took out his tool kit, took it over to rum.
“What’s the matter with your mouth?” she said suddenly. “It looks swollen.”
My tongue automatically touched the rubber pads, and I had a bad moment.
“A bee kissed me,” I said, turning away from her. “I didn’t think it showed.”
I felt her eyes on me, then she walked across the room to the door.
“Make haste,” she said to Maxison and went out.
I had been watching her as she crossed the room. She had narrow hips, and her legs were good. When the door closed behind her I straightened up, wiped off my face with my handkerchief.