The DutyThe next morning, upon my tea-table along with my provisional tray and morning mail sat a list, folded up together with a note in Tony’s handwriting:
If you truly want to be of service, do your duty. I have listed those you should most urgently meet, in order.
The list was unsigned, long, and daunting.
I’m to do all this? For a second, I felt I might cry.
At least he put it in order. Heart pounding, I pictured going to these women’s homes, what I might possibly say to them.
I’d been drunk for so long, for so much of my training. I didn’t remember what Molly told me to do.
I rang for Amelia. It took her a while to get upstairs, but I didn’t blame her: she’d had her children to get ready, and even though she’d already been up to open the blinds, I’d rung quite early.
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