I wondered if the connection had gone through. Memories that had been buried for half a decade surged forth with the clarity of yesterday. 'Jamey Cadmus.' Uttering the name brought me completely awake, as if by incantation. I'm not sure, but it sounded like Jimmy Catmus or Cadmus.' I had to ask him several times for his name before he caught on, and then he screamed it at me. He's breathing real hard and not making much sense. 'This one sounds like a real emergency, Doctor. I threw on a robe and left the bedroom.Īfter switching on the lights and wincing at the glare, I found paper and pencil and picked up the receiver. She looked at me questioningly, then rolled away in a swaddle of covers. Go back to sleep, hon, I'll take it in the library.'
A blade of lace-filtered starlight striped her face, the perfect features restfully blank. The phone had wrenched Robin from sleep, too. There was a stirring from the other side of the bed. Slipping into the old role with autonomic ease.
IT WAS my first middle-of-the-night crisis call in three years.Ī thousand days out of practice, and there I was, bolted, upright in the darkness, clutching the receiver with sleep-slowed fingers, queasy and drowsy but ready for action -my voice soothingly professional even as my brain struggled for a toehold in its climb toward consciousness. Many thanks to Michael Tolwin, M.D., tour guide
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