“I"ve been bleeding from the v****a for two weeks.”
That"s what she told Max Berg.
Max sighed under his breath and shook his head in dismay. Why him? What did he look like, a doctor? He wasn"t a doctor; he was a nobody, he was a chemical technician. A laid-off chemical technician, at that. Did he look like he could help her? Did he look like he even cared? Because he didn"t, not one bit. He was a stranger, that was all. A complete stranger, suffering through the coldest winter on record, shivering in his seat, just minding his own business riding the city bus. Then this old lady, pink and powdery with a bee-hive of silver and blue hair, in a musty gray tweed coat, led by a chilly blast, climbed aboard. Trailing melting snow, she made her way down the aisle, eyeballed the place beside him
