I expect we’ll hear something from him soon.” Backing out of Marlea Kellogg’s room, Jeanette smiled and tried to sound cheerful. The nurse may have sounded cheerful, but she didn’t breathe again until the door closed behind her. “She’s asking for him again?” Connie Charles whispered, rushing to her coworker’s side. “Yeah. They told me not to tell her yet. Got me in there lyin’ my tail off.” Jeanette’s breath was a whistled sigh and she shook her head. “She doesn’t know, girl. She still trusts him. Trusts him with her life.” “Ain’t that the truth,” the second nurse muttered, shaking her head. “Lord, talk about misplaced trust. Still, it’s too bad about the doctor.” “Connie, girl, yes! Were you up there by his office when they came to collect him? I heard it was an ugly scene. The police didn’t give him any slack, not that he deserved it.” Jeanette knotted her hands and pushed them deep into the pockets of her blue smock.
