Rebecca surreptitiously wiped the tears from her cheeks and glanced up into warm brown eyes that were caught in a tangled web of crow’s-feet. “I’m fine, Mrs. Fortunata. Just a little tired, I guess.” She and the short, rotund Italian woman had become friends because they both worked the graveyard shift at Children’s Hospital. Mrs. Fortunata mopped and buffed the floors every night. Rebecca was a nurse for children with cancer. The hospital cafeteria was nearly deserted. Rebecca’s shift had ended a half hour ago, but she didn’t have the will to get up and go home. “You don’t fool me,” Mrs. Fortunata said. “Eyes red like that, you got a cold or you got a problem. Which is it?” “Timmy Carstairs died tonight.” “You shouldn’t let yourself care so much,” Mrs. Fortunata gently chided. “I know.” A ragged sigh escaped. “I try to figure out which ones will make it, and which ones won’t.” Rebecca paused to swallow the huge lump in her throat. “I thought Timmy was going to be one of the lucky ones.
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