everything must be done with great precision. Harvey Loring was the surgeon, and usually heâs good, but this time he botched it and excessive bleeding startedâandâand I donât know. Dr. Fergusonâs in intensive care now.â
âIs he going to make it?â
Nellie hesitated for a long moment before she answered, âI donât know. I spent an hour with his daughter before I met you. Sheâs very close to him. Good God, I didnât know what to tell her. If I said her father was going to make it, Iâd be lying and making it worse. I donât think heâs going to make it. Damn Loring! I could have done it better myselfâno, I have no right to say that.â
âYou like Loring, donât you?â
âNo, damn it! He is likable. Everyone likes him. I donât want you to repeat this, please?â
David nodded, wondering how he would have felt had it been his father lying in intensive care, and what he would feel about a man who was responsibleâyet with a part of his mind thinking that at least this was the end of Nellie and Loring as a competitive couple; and then disliking both the thought and himself as the thinker.
âLetâs go to bed, Davey,â Nellie said. âI want to put my arms around you and cry a little. I donât want to spend my life as a scrub nurse.â
âSure.â
In bed, his arms around her, David said, âIs that realânot wanting to go on with being a scrub nurse?â
âWhen I feel the way I do now, itâs real.â
âThen what would you want to do?â
âGet married and have kids.â
âRight on. Iâm with you.â
âDavid,â she said woefully, âIâm three years older than you and youâre at Harvard and Iâm here in Greenwich, and you have a job now at Bilkoâs Boatyard, scraping boats for six dollars an hour, and sooner or later youâll fall in love with some pretty girl at Radcliffe or Wellesleyââ
âNot likely.â
âOh, shut up and hold me.â
Ten
T he last of the Castle dinner guests had arrived when Richard Bush Castle was called to the phone. Castle was in the living room with his guests, and Joseph, Abel Huntâs son, was fixing drinks and passing a tray of hors dâoeuvres when Donna, the upstairs maid, informed Castle that there was a call for him in the study.
âDid he give you a name?â Castle whispered.
âNo, sir. He asked for Bush.â
Castle excused himself. âOnly for a moment,â he apologized.
Not everyone called him Bush; it was the name he had chosen for special situationsâa term he lovedâand for a select group of people. He explained to some, if they inquired, that it was an old family name, not connected to the family of the onetime president, but to the old Bush-Holly House. Since there was no easily available lineage of the Bush family that had once occupied the Bush House, and since the Bush political family made no claim to a relationship with the Bush House, Castle had, so to speak, picked the name for himself unchallenged. However, Sally always called him Richard, and when she spoke of him in the third person, it was often Mr. Richard Castle or Mr. Richard. She had seen a film once where âmisterâ was used as a prefix by the household help and wife, and the usage had fascinated her.
The Castle household had three telephone lines, one for their son, Dickie, one for the home, and one for Mr. Castle, whose personal telephone was a tieline connected to his New York office. His home office had once been a changing room for his swimming pool, but he had rebuilt it and equipped it with his computer, printer, fax, desk, and chairs. And another extension connected to a phone in the main house, in his study.
When he picked up the phone and said, âHelloâCastle here,â a voice replied, âBush, this is Larry.â
Castle had
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