A pleasant blur of people, places, sun, sea and sand, but it annoyed Isabel intensely to find that the incident that stood out sharply in her memory, was the image of the two figures in evening dress, leaning on the rail of the magnificent sleek yacht lying at anchor. Mike Blakeney had been his usual, curt, somewhat unfriendly self during the morning. Not for the first time, Isabel wondered whether he would even notice if she dropped dead at his feet! Probably just step over me, she concluded realistically! The silence in the anaesthetic room was broken only by his words to the senior house officer he had with him. The new senior house officer’s name was Steve, and Isabel gathered that he had already done six months’ anaesthesia before coming to the County General. She noticed that the senior anaesthetist was equally curt with him, the snapped commands not being reserved for her alone. I suppose I should be grateful he hasn’t singled me out exclusively to lash with his merciless tongue, she thought rebelliously, passing a laryngoscope to Steve on Mike’s instructions.
