Chapter FifteenST. VINCENT’S HOSPITAL, LOS ANGELES,
late February 1928
“Miss Bow, perhaps this is a matter best discussed privately,” Doctor Toland said.
“Why?” Clara said. “Daisy ’n’ me, we’re like sisters. Besides, she’s gotta take care of all my stuff while I’m laid up. She should be here.”
St. Vincent’s Hospital was on Sunset at Beaudry and had to be at least forty years old. It looked it and smelled it. But Clara’s doctor was older, white-haired, confident, and seemed like he knew what he was doing. Dr. Clarence Toland the nameplate on the door said.
“Don’t worry, Doctor,” I said. “She’s right. We do everything together.”
He turned to Clara. “All right, then. I’ll level with you. I’m worried about your irregular cycles and your abdominal pain. I believe you’re experiencing a dis
