Lightning

“I want to prevent you from going to the hospital tonight. I want to be damn sure you don’t deliver Janet Shane’s baby. You’ve become a butcher, a potential killer, and you have to be stopped this time.”

Markwell licked his dry lips. “I still don’t know who you are.”

“And you never will, Doctor. You never will.”

Bob Shane had never been so scared. He repressed his tears, for he had the superstitious feeling that revealing his fear so openly would tempt the fates and insure Janet’s and the baby’s deaths.

He leaned forward in the waiting-room chair, bowed his head, and prayed silently: Lord, Janet could’ve done better than me. She’s so pretty, and I’m as homely as a rag rug. I’m just a grocer, and my corner store isn’t ever going to turn big profits, but she loves me. Lord, she’s good, honest, humble . . . she doesn’t deserve to die. Maybe You want to take her ’cause she’s already good enough for heaven. But I’m not good enough yet, and I need her to help me be a better man.

One of the lounge doors opened.

Bob looked up.

Doctors Carlson and Yamatta entered in their hospital greens.

The sight of them frightened Bob, and he rose slowly from his chair.

Yamatta’s eyes were sadder than ever.

Dr. Carlson was a tall, portly man who managed to look dignified even in his baggy hospital uniform. “Mr. Shane . . . I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but your wife died in childbirth.”

Bob stood rock-still, as if the dreadful news had transformed his flesh to stone. He heard only part of what Carlson said:

“… major uterine obstruction . . . one of those women not really designed to have children. She should never have gotten pregnant. I’m sorry … so sorry . . . everything we could . . . massive hemorrhaging . . . but the baby …”

The word “baby” broke Bob’s paralysis. He took a halting step toward Carlson. “What did you say about the baby?”

“It’s a girl,” Carlson said. “A healthy little girl.”

Bob had thought everything was lost. Now he stared at Carlson, cautiously hopeful that a part of Janet had not died and that he was not, after all, entirely alone in the world. “Really? A girl?”

“Yes,” Carlson said. “She’s an exceptionally beautiful baby. Born with a full head of dark brown hair.”

Looking at Yamatta, Bob said, “My baby lived.”

“Yes,” Yamatta said. His poignant smile flickered briefly. “And you’ve got Dr. Carlson to thank. I’m afraid Mrs. Shane never had a chance. In less experienced hands the baby might’ve been lost too.”

Bob turned to Carlson, still afraid to believe. “The … the baby lived, and that’s something to be thankful for, anyway, isn’t it?”

The physicians stood in awkward silence. Then Yamatta put one hand on Bob Shane’s shoulder, perhaps sensing that the contact would comfort him.

Though Bob was five inches taller and forty pounds heavier than the diminutive doctor, he leaned against Yamatta. Overcome with grief he wept, and Yamatta held him.

The stranger stayed with Markwell for another hour, though he spoke no more and would respond to none of Markwells questions. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, so intent on his thoughts that he seldom moved.

As the doctor sobered, a throbbing headache began to torment him. As usual his hangover was an excuse for even greater self-pity than that which had driven him to drink.

Eventually the intruder looked at his wristwatch. “Eleven-thirty. I’ll be going now.” He got off the bed, came to the chair, and again drew the knife from beneath his coat.

Markwell tensed.

“I’m going to saw partway through your ropes, Doctor. If you struggle with them for half an hour or so, you’ll be able to free yourself. Which gives me time enough to get out of here.”

As the man stooped behind the chair and set to work, Markwell expected to feel the blade slip between his ribs.

But in less than a minute the stranger put the knife away and went to the bedroom door. “You do have a chance to redeem yourself, Doctor. I think you’re too weak to do it, but I hope I’m wrong.”

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