closet.â
âNot till we know if you need it, Clara. Get back under the covers. I suppose you know youâre still a target till we find out what happened to Dan.â
âI just know one thing: Danâs grandparents were friends of mine, and if anything seriousââ
âClara, heâs a detective for heavenâs sake. You know this is all in a dayâs work.â
âI donât care. He has a nice wife and a little boy Henâs age.â
âYou sound mawkish and unprofessional.â
Kit came through the door followed by Disapproving Nurse pushing a wheelchair. Kit said, âLook what I found! Whereâs your robe?â
They helped me into it, and with D.N. on one side and Kit on the other, I emerged gingerly from the bed. D.N. said, âPut your weight on the good leg,â and I revolved and sank triumphantly into place.
âOnward and upward,â said Sadd.
âDownward, actually,â I said, âto Emergency.â
âEmergency?â D.N. looked aghast.
Why had I opened my mouth? âWell, a friend of mine is being treated there. I hoped I couldââ
âMrs. Gamadge, Iâm sure the doctor only meant for you to take a turn up and down the hall.â
âPerfectly right. Up and down the hall,â I said. She patted my shoulder and departed. âBut she didnât say which hall,â I added, and Kit began to laugh. Sadd said, âJesuitical reasoning if ever I heard it.â
âIs there an elevator somewhere out of sight?â I asked.
âRight around the corner,â said Kit. She asked Sadd to push because she wanted her hands free.
It was an odd feeling of emergence into the world again. My room had been a cocoon for what seemed ages, and the hall felt like another country. I gazed from left to right into rooms where poor, recumbent souls gazed back. We passed people pushing intravenous apparatus on casters and people hobbling on crutches; we stopped for a bed rolling out of a room bearing a white-faced, wide-eyed girl. I thought grimly that at least none of them had to fear an unguarded door, a threatening presence. Kit walked beside me, her vigilant, sweeping glance taking in everything.
We turned at the end of the hall where a little corner waiting room boasted a Christmas tree. Two other occupants of wheelchairs and their visitors looked at us as we stopped before the elevator.
Kit said, âWe donât get in here with anybody else. If somebody makes a run for it as the door starts to close, we get out.â
No one did, and down we went. The door opened, and we emerged to confront Dan, a badly ripped parka over his shoulders, his right arm in a cast from palm to elbow, and evidence of a struggle on his face and in his hair.
He looked astonished, then aghast. âTurn right around and get back in that elevator!â
âNo, siree.â I grabbed his good hand. âIâm out of my cage, and I love it. Where can we go for a drink?â
Dan laughed. âThereâs a waiting room at the end of this hall. However, much as I could use a drinkââ
âThereâs a packie across the street,â said Sadd. âIâm getting to know this neighborhood.â
âWhatâs a packie?â asked Kit, her eyes on the stream of passersby.
Sadd sighed. âWhat children. Doesnât anybody call liquor stores that anymore?â
âLook!â Over the flow of moving heads I saw a sign with an arrow: TO CHAPEL . I pointed to it. âThere lies salvation.â
Sadd looked startled. âDrinks in the chapel?â
âOf course not. In the library next to it that Janet told us about.â
âIâll make it wine,â said Sadd. âThat will be more appropriate for chapel precincts.â He took off.
Dan and Kit, who had not for a minute relaxed their vigilance, began to laugh. Dan said, âI wish Gramps and Mr. Gamadge were
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