“We could go out to the park and have breakfast outdoors.” I looked out the open doorway.
“What we’ll really do,” she said, “is get you ready for your friend Dr. Valentini.”
“I thought he was grand.”
“I didn’t like him as much as you did. But I imagine he’s very good.”
“Come back to bed, Catherine. Please,” I said.
“I can’t. Didn’t we have a lovely night?”
“And can you be on night duty tonight?”
“I probably will. But you won’t want me.”
“Yes, I will.”
“No, you won’t. You’ve never been operated on. You don’t know how you’ll be.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“You’ll be sick and I won’t be anything to you.”
“Come back then now.”
“No,” she said. “I have to do the chart, darling, and fix you up.”
“You don’t really love me or you’d come back again.”
“You’re such a silly boy.” She kissed me. “That’s all right for the chart. Your temperature’s always normal. You’ve such a lovely temperature.”
“You’ve got a lovely everything.”