This remark hurt Clancy’s pride. “I’ll have you know,” he said, “my home-town’s the oldest in the country.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” the nurse said feelingly. “You have some of its oldest habits,” and tossing her bead, she went off down the corridor.
“What kind of hospital is this?” Clancy demanded, glaring after her. “Even the nurses are nuts!”
While he was speaking, Myra’s door opened and the doctor came out.
I jumped to my feet. “Can I see her?” I asked anxiously.
He looked at me gravely. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I did all I could for her.”
My heart went cold. “She’s not…?” I began, but the look in his eyes told me.
“She wouldn’t fight,” he said. “I can’t make it out. She just didn’t seem to have the will. I pushed past him and went into the room.
A nurse had pulled the sheet over Myra’s face. She glanced at me sympathetically and left the room.
I stood looking at Myra’s small form under the sheet and I felt pretty bad.