blanket.
âYou know Sam, Virginia,â Teresa said. âThose other fiends out there donât count. Chase them out, will you, before the maid quits? Sheâs new, and she looks as though sheâd be light-fingered, but I canât be bothered hunting another one now. Sam, go on home. Iâve got a business to run between six oâclock and two a.m., though it never seems to occur to anyone that I need a minute to myself.â
Sam Hinchey pocketed his dice. He was in his thirties and had a lazy and insolent eye. He grinned at Virginia coolly.
âRed hair. I remember you.â
âIâm quite easily identified. Now and then Iâm mistaken for a fire hydrantâbut one grows accustomed to weird experiences in our business.â
âRemember now where I saw you. Having lunch in the Press Building with Mike Paull. Trust that lad to snag all the good-looking women.â
âPlease get out of here, Sam,â prodded Teresa. âGet on out and take those other two abominations with you. And donât come backânot for years. Virginia, send that nurse in here. I want a sign put on my doorâa quarantine signâbubonic plague, or leprosy, or something.â
The nurse, who was a washed-out virgin with thick ankles and spectacles, herded the guests out with nervous apologies.
âHang up your clothes somewhereâthough I donât know where,â Teresa said to Virginia. âAnd tell that creature in the kitchen not to put pepper in my soup. I want sherry in itâplenty of sherry.â
âThe doctor said no intoxicants till your blood pressure comes down,â the nurse suggested timidly. âWould you like me to rub your back now?â
âNo, I wouldnât. And Iâm used to my blood pressure. Iâve had it forever. Why the top of my head hasnât blown off before this, is a mystery. Virginiaâabout that foul outfit at Carlsbadââ
âThis,â sighed Virginia, seeking seclusion in the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the tub and rested her aching head in her palms, âis going to be just lovely! This is going to be a wild nightmare. But what can I do?â
There was no place in Teresaâs jammed wardrobes for another frock. So Virginiaâs suitcase, still packed was shoved under the nurseâs bed. In spite of Teresaâs tirades and the nurseâs remonstrances people kept on coming, crashing in with wild whoops, mixing drinks in the kitchen, smoking Teresaâs cigarettes. Virginia could not go to bed till the last one had been maneuvered out, and the chain put on the door. The maid washed glasses interminably, banging them down resentfully on the drainboard. Teresa demanded hot tea in the middle of the night, and lights went on everywhere; there was no rest, no peace.
On the third night, Virginia heard gulping sobs in the kitchen after midnight, and investigating, found the nurse there, looking wan and young and small in cotton pajamas, her back hair rolled on tin curlers, crying into a dish towel.
âI canât stand it,â wailed the pale girl, when Virginia came in. âShe does everything against orders, and then the doctor blames me. Now she wants a Scotch and soda. At one in the morning. And Iâll have to put it on the chartâand I donât even know how to make a Scotch and soda!â
âYou go back to bed,â Virginia said. âIâll attend to Teresa. You wonât know what sheâs had, so you couldnât possibly put anything on the chart. You canât manage Teresa Harrison. No one can. She does what she likes.â
âI think sheâs a mental case,â said the nurse passionately. âIâd leave right nowâbut you get in wrong with the registry if you walk out on a case.â
âFor heavenâs sake, donât leave,â begged Virginia. âWeâll muddle through somehow. Iâm not having fun,
Robert Shearman, Toby Hadoke