of Mr. Mummyâs sentence. âDo you see anybody else?â she asked Renie.
âUmmâ¦Here comes Margie Randall. Can you hear her?â
Judith could, as Margie uttered a series of keening noises that sounded like mourners at an Irish wake. âThatâs awful,â Judith said, putting her hands over her ears.
âThere must be a bunch of people in the room,â Renie said, cautiously taking a couple of steps farther into the hallway.
But suddenly, except for Margie Randallâs shrieks, the commotion seemed to subside. Renie informed Judith that there were a handful of staffers milling about, with anxious, curious expressions on their faces.
âHere comes Sister Jacqueline,â Renie said. âSheâs with some guy who looks like Ronald Colman on a bad day. What was that movie he made where he was drunk all the time?â
âNever mind,â Judith responded. âWhat does the guy look like? A doctor? Security? A wizard?â
âA doctor, heâs wearing a white coat,â Renie answered as the man quickly passed by. âHe looks very grim. So does Sister Jacqueline.â
For several minutes, nothing seemed to happen, at least nothing that Renie could tell. Then, quietly and somberly, several of the people who had been in Bob Randallâs room came back into the hallway. They spoke in hushed tones, shaking their heads and placing hands on each otherâs arms, as if to give comfort. Margie Randall had finally stopped shrieking, though she was nowhere in sight.
Mr. Mummy gave a sad shake of his head. âI donât like the looks of this, do you, Mrs. Jones? Or may I call you Serena?â
âMrs. Jones is fine. What did you do to your leg?â
âI broke it in several places,â Mr. Mummy said. âA nasty fall off a ladder while I was taking down Christmas lights. I had surgery in the community hospital out where I live, then they transferred me in here today. Itâs a very small town and a very small hospital, with only one surgeon. Excuse me, I must lie down. Perhaps Iâll see you again?â
âProbably,â Renie said in mild surprise. Mr. Mummy returned to his room.
âIs Mr. Mummy going to ask you out?â Judith inquired with a quirky little smile.
âI hope not. Heâs almost as old as I am, bald except for two tufts of hair sticking straight up, glasses, andabout a fifty-inch waist. Cute in a way, but not my type.â Renie spotted Corinne Appleby. âNurse?â she asked, trying to sound humble but not succeeding. âWhatâs wrong?â
Corinneâs face was very pale under her freckles. âThereâs been aâ¦problem. An emergency. Donât worry, everythingâs under control.â
âIt doesnât seem like it to me,â Renie shot back. âCome on, we have a right to know. Whatever it is, it happened right next door.â
With trembling fingers, Corinne tucked a red curl under her cap. âSadly, Mr. Randall expired. Excuse me, I must get back to the desk.â
If pain and posture had permitted, Judith would have fallen out of the bed. Instead, she stared at Renie, who had turned back into the room. âBob Randallâs dead?â
Renie gave a helpless shrug. âAs a dodo, I gather.â
Awkwardly, Judith fell against the pillows. âI should have known.â
And then she wondered why sheâd already guessed.
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Renieâs job as sentry wasnât easy, but she remained propped up at the door, clutching the pole that held her IV, and keeping Judith apprised of what was going on in the next room.
âI can hear Margie sobbing,â Renie reported, âbut at least sheâs not yelling her head off.â
âCan you ask somebody what happened to Bob Randall?â Judith urged, feeling supremely frustrated. The room seemed to be closing in on her; the windows were shrinking and the walls were shriveling. Judith felt as
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