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ward, and over two thousand beds.
    Now, on the first day of the arrival of the new residents in July, Dr. Benjamin Wallace, the hospital administrator, rose to address them. Wallace was the quintessential politician, a tall, impressive-looking man with small skills and enough charm to have ingratiated his way up to his present position.
    “I want to welcome all of you new resident doctors this morning. For the first two years of medical school, you worked with cadavers. In the last two years, you have worked with hospital patients under the supervision of senior doctors. Now, it’s you who are going to be responsible for your patients. It’s an awesome responsibility, and it takes dedication and skill.”
    His eyes scanned the auditorium. “Some of you are planning to go into surgery. Others of you will be going into internal medicine. Each group will be assigned to a senior resident who will explain the daily routine to you. From now on, everything you do could be a matter of life or death.”
    They were listening intently, hanging on every word.
    “Embarcadero is a county hospital. That means we admit anyone who comes to our door. Most of the patients are indigent. They come here because they can’t afford a private hospital. Our emergency rooms are busy twenty-four hours a day. You’re going to be overworked and underpaid. In a private hospital, your first year would consist of routine scut work. In the second year, you would be allowed to hand a scalpel to the surgeon, and in your third year, you would be permitted to do some supervised minor surgery. Well, you can forget all that. Our motto here is Watch one, do one, teach one.’
    “We’re badly understaffed, and the quicker we can get you into the operating rooms, the better. Are there any questions?”
    There were a million questions the new residents wanted to ask.
    “None? Good. Your first day officially begins tomorrow. You will report to the main reception desk at five-thirty tomorrow morning. Good luck!”
    The briefing was over. There was a general exodus toward the doors and the low buzz of excited conversations. The three women found themselves standing together.
    “Where are all the other women?”
    “I think we’re it.”
    “It’s a lot like medical school, huh? The boys’ club. I have a feeling this place belongs to the Dark Ages.”
    The person talking was a flawlessly beautiful black woman, nearly six feet tall, large-boned, but intensely graceful. Everything about her, her walk, her carriage, the cool, quizzical look she carried in her eyes, sent out a message of aloofness. “I’m Kate Hunter. They call me Kat.”
    “Paige Taylor.” Young and friendly, intelligent-looking, self-assured.
    They turned to the third woman.
    “Betty Lou Taft. They call me Honey.” She spoke with a soft Southern accent. She had an open, guileless face, soft gray eyes, and a warm smile.
    “Where are you from?” Kat asked.
    “Memphis, Tennessee.”
    They looked at Paige. She decided to give them the simple answer. “Boston.”
    “Minneapolis,” Kat said. That’s close enough, she thought.
    Paige said, “It looks like we’re all a long way from home. Where are you staying?”
    “I’m at a fleabag hotel,” Kat said. “I haven’t had a chance to look for a place to live.”
    Honey said, “Neither have I.”
    Paige brightened. “I looked at some apartments this morning. One of them was terrific, but I can’t afford it. It has three bedrooms…”
    They stared at one another.
    “If the three of us shared…” Kat said.
    The apartment was in the Marina district, on Filbert Street. It was perfect for them. 3Br/2Ba, nu cpts, lndry, prkg, utils pd. It was furnished in early Sears Roebuck, but it was neat and clean.
    When the three women were through inspecting it, Honey said, “I think it’s lovely.”
    “So do I!” Kat agreed.
    They looked at Paige.
    “Let’s take it.”
    They moved into the apartment that afternoon. Thejanitor helped them