Reputations
Sister Monica Kelly, my surgeon-c*m-nurse, arrived seconds after Jack departed. If I believed in conspiracies then she could have been eavesdropping in the next room waiting for her appearance cue. As it was, I neither suspected any conspiring nor questioned her motives. For perhaps the first time since arriving in New York I was in the company of someone who I did not feel threatened, intimated by or thought was a liar. She was charming, efficient and apparently cared.
“I"ve had the initial blood test back and there is no infection, but I will take another blood sample tonight to monitor that, Mr Redden. I expect you"re feeling a bit weak and disorientated, but that"s nothing to worry about. The stitches in your foot will have to remain for at least ten days during which tim
