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want to see you.  Get out of here.”
    “Now, come on, Miss Gracie.  I’m Doctor Sims.  You remember me.  I want to examine you to see how you’re doing.  I brought some more medication to make you feel better.”
    My grandmother saw me standing by the door and motioned me over, “This is my granddaughter.  I just found her after all these years,” She said to the doctor.  Then to me, “Make her go away, Kathy.  I don’t like her.”
    The doctor reached into her bag and brought out a hypodermic needle and started to fill it with a milky looking liquid.
    “What’s that?” I asked and the doctor looked at me and didn’t answer but moved toward my grandmother with the needle extended.
    I had never been good at sticking up for myself but when I saw this indifferent doctor acting like my grandmother was a piece of meat, I knew I had to help my grandmother.
    “ Stop, ” I screamed and she turned toward me.
    She turned toward me and said, “I have to give her this medication.  It will help her rest.”
    “No, I want to get another opinion.  I want to find her another doctor.”
    She laughed, “It’s not your decision.  You aren’t her guardia n.  Adam Kramer has power of attorney. ”
    “That’s my husband,”
    “Your husband?” She asked looking me up and down like she didn’t believe a mousy little thing like me could be married to Adam Kramer.
    I tried to speak in a more calm voice, “Please, don’t give her anything else until I talk to my husband.”
    She sat looking at me a nd I noticed my grandmother had tears in her eyes.  After letting out a long breath, the doctor put the syringe back in her bag and got up to leave, “She’s going to have a restless night.  You don’t know what you’re doing but I’ll suspend treatment until you talk to Adam.”
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 13
    I stayed with my grandmother for awhile and she told me that professor Murphy was writing her memoirs and that she needed to continue with that because she might not have much time left.
    “How long have you been sick, grandmother?”
    “It seem s like forever but, let’s see, i t was shortly after the professor started writing my memoirs.”
    “Where did you meet Eugene?”
    “I put an add in the newspaper that I wan ted someone to write my memoirs.   I interviewed several people but as soon as I met Professor Murphy and his little boy, Ronnie, I knew I had found a match.
    “A good match in life is very important, Kathy.  You remember that.  Not just in marriage but in every encounter.   Now tell me about your life in Rehobeth .”
    I told my grandmother everything which took so little time because I hadn’t had much of a life.”
    She listened intently and when I got to the part about the Reverend Jacobs raping me, she said, “I’ll get a private detective on that right away.  We’ll find him and have him put away.”
    “Finding him is not the problem, grandmother.  But no one would believe me back then, why do you think anyone would believe me now?”
    “Because you’re a Boston.   You don’t lie.  It’s impossible.  It’s not in your blood.  We’re a proud family with honor.”
    I let it go because I thought what she was saying was hogwash and I wanted to get back to her illness and try to figure out what was going on and I didn’t know who I could trust.
    “So, grandmother how did Susan and Adam come to be here and when did they come ?”
    “Professor Murphy needed someone to type up his notes so he would have more time to spend writing my memoirs.  I suggested he hire a secretary.
    “He asked Susan if she would be interested.  She was one of his graduate students.”
    “What does he teach?”
    “He teaches English Literature.”
    “Oh, okay, so you hired Susan as a secretary and then what?”
    “Then we continued to write my memoirs.”
    I laughed and she joined in although I don’t know if she knew what I was laughing about.  “When did Adam and Rachael come on