Bessie, in her volunteer lab coat, briskly makes her way down the long hallway to Regina’s room. Under her arm, she carries the latest fashion magazines and a biography of Rosalind Russell. She remembers how much Regina admires the flamboyant actress of the fifties who played Auntie Mame.
As she nears the end of the hall, she spots the Cuban again. He is inexplicably rushing towards her in obvious distress. Behind them, medical personnel run in the opposite direction, two of them pushing gurneys. Visitors are jumping out of the way.
The young man spots her from twenty feet, staring in that unsettling way he has, but doesn’t slow down. When he’s passing her, Bessie cries, “What’s going on?”
He stares for a quick second but keeps on going.
Bessie tears towards Regina’s room. She sees a u
