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Show 7-2 "Then, when I call the hospital to tell your father to bring you home with him, Sister David-Ann tells me you are with Andrew. And when I ask who that is she says it is little Annie's friend and isn't it sweet of little Annie to care for poor Andrew." Mother rose and strode to the end of the porch. Muffin disappeared over the railing into the peony bushes. "I felt like a perfect fool. Obviously, the whole hospital knows something you two have kept secret from me. Lawrence?" She turned to Father who was leaning against the front door jam. I still hovered on the steps, miserable at what I had done. "Katherine, I thought Annie had told you about Andrew. We weren't keeping secrets. At least I wasn't." They both looked at me. "Annie, haven't you told your mother about Andrew?" I could tell by the change in his voice that he took this all very seriously. "Well, no, not exactly. I mean, not much." I couldn't look at either of them but examined my shoes carefully. "Will you tell me who this Andrew is? Or, more precisely, what he is." "He's my friend and he's nice and he can't help looking the way he does," I finally burst out, wanting to say everything for once and get it over with. I started throught the door but Father caught my arm and pulled me to his side. "Katherine, Andrew is a young veteran who was badly gassed in the Argonne. His face was burned, face, hands and torso. He's had plastic surgery on his face and they're working on his hands now in therapy." The words Father used sounded funny to me. Gassed? Plastic surgery? What had happened to Andrew? And what were they doing to him now? I stood in the curve of Father's arm, not moving, hoping he would go on so I would know the whole story-r |
