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went out for drinks. He hasn’t moved. You want him,
he’s all yours.”
    He smiled smartly at her and walked over to
Bernie. He sat himself, again, on the edge of the magazine table,
in front of Bernie. “I am Dr. Kessler. You are?” Bernie came out of
his trance and started to cry.
    Dr.Kessler looked back to the receptionist,
hoping for some sort of life preserver to be tossed his way. She
only looked back with a sarcastic smile and waved her hands,
signaling she had nothing to do with it.
    “Do you know the woman who was shot?” Dr.
Kessler decided the head on approach would be best. He had always
detested the mental part of his line of work. While awaiting some
sort of response, he dropped his head into his left hand and rubbed
his forehead. He hoped the rest of his shift didn’t mirror his last
hour.
    Bernie wiped his nose on the hem of his
shirt. He looked pleadingly at Dr. Kessler. “Is she OK? Can I see
her?”
    “She’s still in surgery but holding her own,
it will be a while before anyone can see her. You should go home
and wash up. Get some rest. You would do her a better service if
she didn’t see you in this shape.”
    Bernie crunched his brows. “Holding her own,
what...what exactly does that mean?”
    “It means she is a strong woman and seems to
be in good physical cond...”
    “Strong woman, yes, Antonia is strong and in
the best physical shape. She works out every day. You would be hard
pressed to find any fat on that girl. I see...holding her own. She
was pretty shot up huh?”
    “Were you there when it happened?” Dr.
Kessler tried to move the conversation.
    “Everyone was there.” Bernie said as he
replayed the scene in his mind. “Everyone but Billy.”
    “And Billy is who?”
    “Billy is supposed to be Josephine’s
bodyguard. Billy was supposed to be on duty. That’s what he gets
paid to do. Protect Josephine, how hard can that be?” He looks up
at the doctor and starts to cry again.
    “Josephine? Josephine Ferrero?”
    “Do you know of any other?” Bernie rolls his
eyes.
    “Josephine and this Antonia, were they
fighting?”
    “They were having some sort of argument.
Seemed a bit one sided to me, can’t see how you could call it a
fight.” Bernie wiped his nose again.
    “When was it that Antonia pushed
Josephine?”
    Bernie glanced at the wall and shook his
head. “Josephine, she slapped her.”
    “Antonia slapped Josephine?”
    “Lord no, never. Antonia would never, not
even to save her own life. “Josephine slapped her, you know,
Antonia. Antonia started to walk away from her to find that damn
Billy and Josephine slapped her right across the face. Bitch.”
    Dr. Kessler was now totally confused. He
started to stand, and was going to excuse himself and get on with
his rounds when Bernie caught his attention.
    “She saved her life you know.” Bernie added.
“She saw the man with the gun. She saw him and she got Josephine
out of the way. Josephine, she...you know she didn’t even look at
Antonia, she just pushed her aside, just pushed her aside like a
piece of furniture that had fallen on her. And then she started
complaining about her head. Antonia made her hit her head and now
she was going to need stitches and...stitches...she was complaining
about stitches... Antonia was bleeding to death... right next to
her...stitches...” Bernie started to cry again. Dr. Kessler decided
it was time he started his rounds. He offered a polite good bye and
ducked out of the room, into the hospital.
    He noticed Josephine, still sitting in the
lobby but decided not to stop. He had work to do, down here on
earth, in the real world. He wanted to remove himself from the soap
opera that he accidentally wandered into this evening.
    Josephine heard the elevator bell, signaling
it was rising. It brought her back from the fog. She looked down at
her hands and saw the cup still full of coffee, but now cold. She
placed the cup on the table and stood to stretch her legs. ‘How
long had she