At first, she didn’t know where she was. Once she figured it out, she realized Andy was standing over her. She saw Marie in a chair next to the bed, howling away. “Oh, Pam! You’re alive! Thank God!” Marie wailed. “Marie! Shut up! Good lord! You need to go to the beach and get my makeup bag right away, do you understand me? And, Andy, I am going to have to ask you to please wait out in the hall until I fix my face.” Marie got up, snorting unattractively, but she grabbed her purse and almost ran out the door. Andy argued with her about leaving; he had been there looking at her all evening. She actually looked pretty good, all things considered. But then something told him that if he wanted to see her again, he would leave and would never, ever say anything about having seen her ill. He pressed the nurses’ button before he left. “Well, hello!” A young, pretty nurse said as she came in to see that Pam was awake. “Do you know where you are?” she asked. “Am I at Mercy?”
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