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Show -137- "That's good. We'll go on home then. I'll call in the morning. If necessary, I'll come right back. She hung up, then returned to the room. "The doctor knows what it is. He can operate for it, but he thinks she's too weak. He wants to try to build her up - build up her strangth with intravenous feeding and shots. It all depends." "That sounds like good news," the brother said. His sister, out of relief or fear, broke into tears? "Poor dear - " she sobbed. "Poor - poor dear!" Sympathetic tears rose in the Professor's wife's eyes, but she did not sob? She looked suddenly very tired. "If you wish, we could stay over tonight," the Professor told her? "We could get a motel room." His wife shook her head. "No, I'd feel better at home. There's the dog - " "She could go a day without food," he said. "There are other things too? No, I think we should go home?" As they got into the car, the night was clear - almost balmy, with a breeze blowing from the south. The Professor backed out of the driveway, then lifted a hand in farewell to his wife's brother and sister, who had come out of the house and were standing under the light of the front porch. They waved back, and he leaned forward and switched on the car radio, which was tuned to the all-news station. |