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blood vessel in my stomach. I begin to bleed—excuse me—from both ends.
    â€œPuppchen sends for the doctor. She is beside herself. She asks the doctor, ‘Please, what is it? Please, please, what is it with Hanno?’
    â€œAnd the doctor? ‘We don’t know, Mrs. Dietrich. We will have to make tests before we can find out. We will know later, Mrs. Dietrich.’
    â€œHe will not reassure my darling. You know how some doctors need to cover themselves, to hedge—so that if the patient dies, well, it was to be expected, while if he doesn’t die—they saved him. This was one of those doctors, and I don’t usually blame them—but to Puppchen? How could he do this to Puppchen? How could he let her go back to that empty apartment on that happy note?
    â€œWere they surprised when she took my razor and sliced her wrists? I wasn’t!” But then he was recalled to the present danger to Puppchen and shoved himself forward in the bed. “Now you know, Mr. Starter. Please get her now and explain this to her so that it doesn’t happen a second time. Tell her, Mr. Starter, just what I told you. Explain.”
    The K.K.K. went immediately to call her. He left the door open.
    The door was open to the memory of that hot day when Puppchen lay in the sanatorium with her bandaged wrists. From the moment he wheeled himself into her room and saw Puppchen wearing the white hospital gown, lying so smooth with her eyes stubbornly closed against what life had become once more, and her lashes mourning on her white cheeks, he had known that there would be nothing he wouldn’t do to protect her. He had dismissed the attendant who was about to push his chair to the bedside, quelled him with a glance, not wanting him there, and then, alone with his darling, he had called her name. Her eyes had opened and they were the marble eyes. She had turned to stone again. He called her name again, putting all his love into the two syllables. For a long moment, those marble eyes studied him, then, as if convinced that he was indeed himself, really Hanno, she sat up and held her arms out to him. For the first time, he saw the white bandages on her thin, childish wrists, and she wept. “Take me away! Take me away, Hanno!”
    He had given the wheel chair a great shove. To hell with the surgeon’s warning that any effort might make him hemorrhage again. To hell with all the care which had been expended to take him from Misericordia Hospital to this sanatorium. To hell with the Ambulette in which he had been so cautiously driven, the two uniformed attendants who had lifted him from his bed into a wheel chair, trundled that down to the street, shoved the wheel chair up the special ramp of the Ambulette, where it had been securely locked into place. To hell with security when Puppchen was in such trouble. His wheel chair had lurched into that un hospital room with the view of the Hudson River from the casement window, a window which, even on such a hot day, couldn’t open wide enough to let a cat squeeze through. (Because when you tried to commit suicide once, you might try again.) This was the kind of place they put you in when you tried to end your life … if you had a lot of money, that is. He had known instantly how Puppchen would feel in such a place and with that knowledge no amount of surgeons, doctors, nurses could stop him.
    As if anyone could keep him from Puppchen when she needed him. (They could now. He stared at the door which looked open but through which he could not now go, and cursed.) It was because he would not leave Puppchen in that place that they had come to Bradley. Puppchen had to be taken out of the sanatorium, but Puppchen couldn’t stay in the apartment alone except for servants, and he couldn’t go home with her. He needed hospital care for another week, so, of course, he had thought of the Ernest, Anni’s boy, Ernest.
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