Kindly and patiently he explained again, and at last I understood the terrible words.
'Have you spoken to Jenny, Doctor? What did you tell her?'
'I told her that you were both all right. For the moment
it's better that way.'
I wanted to shout and scream at the unfairness of it all.
Jenny was twenty-four, and she was dying. 'What can I do
to help, Doctor?' I asked at last.