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We
heard
it
coming
up
the
street
and
saw
its
headlights
.
It
turned
into
the
driveway
and
I
helped
Catherine
in
and
the
driver
put
the
bag
up
in
front
.
"
Drive
to
the
hospital
,
"
I
said
.
We
went
out
of
the
driveway
and
started
up
the
hill
.
At
the
hospital
we
went
in
and
I
carried
the
bag
.
There
was
a
woman
at
the
desk
who
wrote
down
Catherine
’
s
name
,
age
,
address
,
relatives
and
religion
,
in
a
book
.
She
said
she
had
no
religion
and
the
woman
drew
a
line
in
the
space
after
that
word
.
She
gave
her
name
as
Catherine
Henry
.
"
I
will
take
you
up
to
your
room
,
"
she
said
.
We
went
up
in
an
elevator
.
The
woman
stopped
it
and
we
stepped
out
and
followed
her
down
a
hall
.
Catherine
held
tight
to
my
arm
.
"
This
is
the
room
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
Will
you
please
undress
and
get
into
bed
?
Here
is
a
night
-
gown
for
you
to
wear
.
"
"
I
have
a
night
-
gown
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
It
is
better
for
you
to
wear
this
night
-
gown
,
"
the
woman
said
.
I
went
outside
and
sat
on
a
chair
in
the
hallway
.
"
You
can
come
in
now
,
"
the
woman
said
from
the
doorway
.
Catherine
was
lying
in
the
narrow
bed
wearing
a
plain
,
square
-
cut
night
-
gown
that
looked
as
though
it
were
made
of
rough
sheeting
.
She
smiled
at
me
.
