up.
âIâll take him down. Tenth Street entrance?â
âYes. Donât use the elevator. The lobbyâs ⦠er ⦠crowded. Take the stairsâturn left out of here, across from the restrooms.â
Tina and Henry moved a little. She said, âHen, stay with Uncle Sadd every minute.â
Henry said, âWill you give him some money, please, Sadd?â
âSure thing.â Sadd took Henâs hand, and they went out.
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âWhere?â I heard myself say. âWhere?â
âIn the chapel.â Kit, who hadnât moved from the door, leaned against it. âSheâd told the lady in the flower shop there would be somebody asking for her and to please say Mrs. Folsom had gone to the chapel and would be right back.â
Strains of âSilent Nightâ drifted up from that unending source on the street. Henry came to the bed and took my hand. He said, âHow, Kit?â
âShe was strangled from behind, very expertly. She was slumped over in the front pew. Pocketbook ransacked, of course.â
âWho found her?â I think it was Tinaâs voice.
âDan and I did.â
There was a pause, an empty few seconds, then Kit spoke again. âShe was clutching something, and I got it out of her hand. I should have left it, but it looked like something religious and you never know what happens to personal effects in a situation like this. I thought you might like to have it, Mrs. Gamadge.â
Kit put something in my frozen hand. Blurrily, I saw that it was two little squares of brown burlap on a string.
8
The snow-packed window was the first thing I became conscious of in the low light of the room, then the presence of both D.N. and Sister Agnes, and then the feeling of being perched on the wretched bedpan.
I said groggily, âWhat time is it?â
âTwo in the morning,â said D.N. âThrough with the pan?â
âYes. Why do I feel like this?â
âDr. Cullen gave you a shot.â Sister Agnes spoke very gently. âYou said the woman who was murdered in the chapel was a friend of yours, and you were real upset.â
Oh, real, real upset. I thought idiotically of Saddâs repeated complaint that it should not be real but very. Sadd. Where was he? Where was the rest of my family? Gone home to bed, idiot. How much do you think they can take?
D.N. started out with her burden. She said, âYour sonâs here.â
Henry came in, his outline in the dimness of the room so like his fatherâs. Sister Agnes said kindly, âDr. Cullen said he could stay all night, and Iâd have let him anyway.â
âSister, youâre a saint.â Henry smiled at her, and she went out.
âHenry, go home,â I said, weeping.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm absolutely and completely okay, and Iâd give a million dollars to be able to go to the police.â
He shook his head. âCanât yet. Thereâs the small matter of evidence, you know.â
I did indeed know, and my heart sank. âWeâll get it,â I almost shouted, and my head throbbed. â Why did I have to have that shot?â
âBecause you sort of went to pieces.â
âWell, Iâm together again, and Iâd like some coffee.â
âThereâs a pot at the nursesâ station. Be right back.â
I lay staring into space, gradually realizing that the dead eye of the television was staring back at me. Should I turn it on and possibly be treated to the sight of Janetâs sheeted form being carried out, a prime item on the late-night news? Would it do me any good to see that? Would I benefit from the pressâs gabby speculations? No. Kitâs terse report was all Iâd ever need.
Henry came back with the coffee, and I said, âDid Hen get picked up?â
âYes. Tina and Sadd collected him. He had a great time. Kit said she knew it
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