of the men who will be at the conference is her lover,â he said with a short laugh. âThatâs why sheâs so eager to go.â
Noreenâs face was a study in shock.
âYou didnât know?â he asked very softly. âI canât satisfy her,â he added bluntly. âNo matter how long I take, whatever I do. She needs more than one man a night, and Iâm worn to the bone when I get home from the hospital.â
âPlease,â sheâd whispered, embarrassed, âyou shouldnât be telling me thisâ¦!â
âWhy not?â heâd asked irritably. âWho else can I tell? I have no close friends, my parents are dead, I have no siblings. There isnât a human being on earth whoâs evermanaged to get close to me, until now.â He searched her face with eyes that hated it. âDamn you, Noreen,â he whispered fervently. âDamn you!â
He dropped her arm and stalked off the ward, leaving her shaken and white with shock. He really hated her. That was when the mask had come down and sheâd seen it in his eyes, in his face. She didnât know why he hated her. Perhaps because Isadora had said something to himâ¦
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Sheâd gone to their apartment that night, confident that Ramon had already left, to find the maid hysterical and Isadora sitting out on the balcony in a filmy nightgown, in the icy cold February rain.
Sheâd been out there, the poor maid cried, ever since her husband had left the apartment. She didnât know what had been said between them, but sheâd heard the voices, loud and unsettling, in their bedroom. There had been a furious argument, and just after the doctor had gone, the madam had taken off her robe and gone to sit in the rain. Nothing would induce her to come inside. She was coughing furiously already and she had a high fever that sheâd forbidden the maid to tell the doctor about.
Noreen had gone at once to the balcony and with the maidâs help, had dragged Isadora back inside.
Theyâd changed her clothing, but the effort had made Noreenâs heart, always frail, beat erratically.
While she was catching her breath, the maid announced that her husband had already phoned twice and was furious. She had to leave.
Noreen was reluctant to let her go, feeling sick already, but the poor girl was in tears. She gave permission for her to leave, and then went to listen to Isadoraâs chest.
Her cousin was breathing strangely. She wasnât conscious, and her fever was furiously high.
She had to get an ambulance, she decided, and went to phone for one. But when she lifted the receiver, there was a strange sound and no dial tone.
Furious, she started out into the hall to ask a neighbor to phone for her. Suddenly everything went pitch-black.
She was really frightened now, and her heart was acting crazily.
She moved down the hall, feeling for the elevators, but they werenât working. There was the staircase. They were only four flights up. It wouldnât be too far. She had a terrible feeling that Isadoraâs lung had collapsed. She could dieâ¦
Making a terrific effort, she pushed into the stairwell and started down and down, holding on to the rail for support as her breathing began to change and her heartbeat hurt.
She never really remembered afterward what happened, except that she suddenly lost her footing, and consciousness, at the same time.
She came to in the hospital, trying to explain to a white-coated stranger that she must get back to her cousin. But the man only patted her arm and gave her an injection.
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It was the next day before she was able to get out of the hospital and go back to Ramonâs apartment. But by that time, the maid had found Isadora dead, and worst of all, Ramon had come home before she was moved.
Noreen had arrived at the door just as the ambulance attendants came out with Isadoraâs body.
Ramon had seen Noreen and lapsed