“Never mind dear, it’s just for a day or two.” Susie closed her eyes.
“Do you still want to call her Ellen?”
The nurse brought back a basket and set it on the bed beside Susie.
“Oh isn’t she wonderful!” said Ed. “Look she’s breathing.... And they’ve oiled her.” He helped his wife to raise herself on her elbow; the yellow coil of her hair unrolled, fell over his hand and arm. “How can you tell them apart nurse?”
“Sometimes we cant,” said the nurse, stretching her mouth in a smile. Susie was looking querulously into the minute purple face. “You’re sure this is mine.”
“Of course.”
“But it hasnt any label on it.”
“I’ll label it right away.”
“But mine was dark.” Susie lay back on the pillow, gasping for breath.
“She has lovely little light fuzz just the color of your hair.”