- Mary, your mother! - did not become shy in expressions only because she was afraid to develop a flashed thought to critical proportions.

The answer is silence. Grimacing, she pulled out the catheter needle, marveling at how quickly the outburst of anger was neutralized by a pleasant languor. The events of the previous night flashed by in the background... and left no bitter aftertaste.

I jumped off the couch and listened. There is silence in the medical corps, only outside the window is the rumble of voices and the rumble of engines. One of the voices belonged to Mary.

I didn’t want to yell at her in front of...