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"
Where
are
they
?
"
the
stretcher
-
bearers
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
the
porter
.
"
They
sleep
down
stairs
.
"
"
Get
somebody
.
"
The
porter
rang
the
bell
,
then
knocked
on
the
door
,
then
he
opened
the
door
and
went
in
.
When
he
came
back
there
was
an
elderly
woman
wearing
glasses
with
him
.
Her
hair
was
loose
and
half
-
falling
and
she
wore
a
nurse
’
s
dress
.
"
I
can
’
t
understand
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
can
’
t
understand
Italian
.
"
"
I
can
speak
English
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
want
to
put
me
somewhere
.
"
"
None
of
the
rooms
are
ready
.
There
isn
’
t
any
patient
expected
.
"
She
tucked
at
her
hair
and
looked
at
me
near
-
sightedly
.
"
Show
them
any
room
where
they
can
put
me
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
’
s
no
patient
expected
.
I
couldn
’
t
put
you
in
just
any
room
.
"
"
Any
room
will
do
,
"
I
said
.
Then
to
the
porter
in
Italian
,
"
Find
an
empty
room
.
"
