But Georgina did not respond to treatment. And Hickle's Disease was definitely spreading. Sharper young doctors fresh from the greatest medical schools were called in. They knew all that was to be known of all the new diseases. But they did not know this.
Georgina felt queer now and odd things began to happen to her. Like that very morning on her way to work, that old lady had stared at her.
"Glory be," said the old lady, "a miracle." And she crossed herself.
And Georgina heard other comments.
"I don't believe it. It isn't possible," a man said.
"Well, it sure does look like it," said a woman.
So Georgina took off at noon to visit a psychiatrist and tell him that she imagined that people were staring at her and talking about her, and what should she do. It made her uneasy, she said.
"That's not what is making you uneasy," said the psychiatrist. Then he went with her to the laboratory to have a look at some of the other women suffering from this Hickle's Disease that he had been hearing about. After that, he called the young doctors at the laboratory aside for a consultation.
"I don't know by what authority you mean to instruct us," said one. "You haven't been upgraded for thirty years."
"I know it."