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He
looked
around
.
A
woman
dressed
in
slacks
and
a
brown
sweater
stood
hesitantly
in
the
doorway
,
one
hand
clutched
into
a
fist
between
her
breasts
.
The
mother
of
the
ghosts
,
Louis
thought
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
:
"
Yes
.
Wet
a
cloth
,
please
.
Wring
it
out
.
Put
it
on
her
forehead
.
"
She
moved
to
do
it
.
Louis
looked
down
.
Norma
's
eyes
were
open
again
.
"
Louis
,
I
fell
down
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Think
I
fainted
.
"
"
You
've
had
some
sort
of
coronary
event
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Does
n't
look
too
serious
.
Now
relax
and
do
n't
talk
,
Norma
.
"
He
rested
for
a
moment
and
then
took
her
pulse
again
.
The
beat
was
too
fast
.
She
was
Morse-coding
:
her
heart
would
beat
regularly
,
then
run
briefly
in
a
series
of
beats
that
was
almost
but
not
quite
fibrillation
,
and
then
begin
to
beat
regularly
again
.
Beat-beat-beat
,
WHACK-WHACK-WHACK
,
beat-beat-beat-beat-beat
.
It
was
not
good
,
but
it
was
marginally
better
than
cardiac
arrhythmia
.
The
woman
came
over
with
the
cloth
and
put
it
on
Norma
's
forehead
.
She
stepped
away
uncertainly
.
Jud
came
back
in
with
Louis
's
bag
.
"
Louis
?
"
"
She
's
going
to
be
fine
,
"
Louis
said
,
looking
at
Jud
but
actually
speaking
to
Norma
.
"
MedCu
coming
?
"
