Two Weeks in Another Town
“When the car had driven to the modern white hospital, set on the hill among lawns and palm trees (California and Rome in a confusion of influences, echoes, borrowings), and while Delaney was being gently lifted onto the stretcher, the nun had asked Jack what the patient’s religion was. Jack had hesitated, then said, “Catholic,” for simplicity’s sake. No matter what he had said, Jack was sure, with a name like Delaney, the nun wouldn’t have taken any chances. The nun was a small, rosy-faced woma...n of about forty, brisk and competent, who spoke English with a slight touch of Irish brogue mingled with her soft Italian accent, as musical evidence of the influence of the Irish church in Rome.
First came the doctor, a self-assured, dapper man, who stayed behind the closed door a long time and who answered no questions when he came out. Then came the priest, young and pale and professorial, who prepared Delaney for eternity, everybody hoped, with no adverse effects on blood pressure or systolic beat.MoreLess
First came the doctor, a self-assured, dapper man, who stayed behind the closed door a long time and who answered no questions when he came out. Then came the priest, young and pale and professorial, who prepared Delaney for eternity, everybody hoped, with no adverse effects on blood pressure or systolic beat.MoreLess
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