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Show 3'¥ 3*. Dr. Bernstein came by late tnat afternoon, a short man carrying a real black bag, a round, ebullient man whose cheerfulness skomehow did not insult Kite's pain. He closed the door to the bedroom and so I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, shut out of it and not minding. Since Kite had not wanted to stay on the daybed I had carried her into the bedroom, had helped her out of her dress, then had left at her request while she got out Of garter belt, hose and the rest of it, and into pajamas. She was much too angry for the intimacy of underclothes and skin, and I was willing to do anything for her, still frightened about her and hoping the doctor knew what he was doing. On the phone he had asked me if V0.:g. was vomiting or passing out or dazed, things like that; I describeoher anKie and ne told me to give her aspirin (,aa!), but if any of certain symptoms showed up, to call him, he would come immediately. So I had hovered over her, giving her aspirin for her head and a cold compress for her ankle, putting my hand on ner brow and hoping it was cool and consoling, doing everything I could, watching her every five minutes to make sure she was alert and had a good pulse. I had called her job, and then I called downtown to the acting school to cancel my part in rehearsals for a play we were putting on, and got a hard time about it. It was the best part I'd ever had, Benedick in Much Ado, and I hated to jeopardize it, but I didn't consider not staying home Kite had nursed me while I was in that room, and that fact alone would have kept me near her. I only wished I could do more. Her cool tone didn't bother me at all. I just hoped I could trust the doctor. Amelia had first gone to him two |