He helped by pushing her trolley on its rusty wheels from behind, but seemed to be standing right in front of her eyes, looking down on her. Her face suddenly came to life for a moment, with a familiar strict and stubborn expression. She probably was not even aware that the trolley she was lying on was moving. She gave him a look which told him to take his eyes off her, and that was her only concern. The sleepy young male nurse, looking in his sagging orderly’s coat like an old woman, not liking the idea of something going on behind his back, stopped and muttered that unauthorized personnel were not allowed to proceed further. She was wheeled away as he watched, down a tunnel-like corridor at the end of which a brightly lit area beckoned. The no longer needed overcoat was thrust into his h
