Chapter 32
Week 11, Instructor Calendar, May 1898
This accident is not unlike my dream:
Belief of it oppresses me already.
I.i
Concordia awoke to the sound of rain pattering against unfamiliar windows. Why wasn’t she in her bed at Willow Cottage?
Then she remembered. Miss Hamilton lying motionless in the street. The oncoming streetcar.
“Miss Hamilton?” she called out, struggling to push herself into a sitting position, wincing. Drat. Her left arm and shoulder were immobilized in a sling and throbbed like the devil.
She surveyed her surroundings, taking in the sight of two rows of iron-rail beds containing women in various stages of wakefulness. At the foot of each bed, clean, shiny pails were positioned on the linoleum flooring.
Mercy. She was in a…hospital. She craned her neck to
