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Show 110 Protocol With a Six-Inch Needle Hy is sitting on a chair next to my bed. The children have not come up this afternoon for this visit and I am worrying, as usual, if they are OK. "They're at Linda's, probably being spoiled on videos and popcorn," Hy is saying. I am missing them and praying that they are not missing me. He is up here alone because we have planned, Faith and Hy and I, how to deal with this situation. It will not be a patient-to-doctor thing, nor a woman-to-doctor thing. We are hoping it will be man-to-man thing . A Mordechai-to-Dr. Jessop thing. Hy has had an idea. Perhaps it is a brilliant idea. Dr. Jessop is coming through the door and I am attempting to swallow my stomach back down to its prescribed place in my body. "I've had an idea," begins Hy, and Dr. Jessop is leaning against the counter. That is a sign of his listening and I am daring to feel hopeful. "What if," Hy begins, looking up at Dr. Jessop standing there, and his voice is too high and I know he is nervous. He is pausing, but on a man it does not look tenuous. It looks thoughtful. |