Winter 1959 • Vol. XXI No. 1 FictionJanuary 1, 1959 |

The Other Woman

Priscilla Heath THE OTHER WOMAN N o thought of the other woman, at first, so much as entered her head. When a busy man, all in a breath, becomes help- less, a great many things must be done. For several days Beth Cameron had been trying to do them. It didn't help that the doctors weren't willing to say, yet, what she had to look forward to. Now, falling asleep near midnight, quite deliberately she tried to fasten her mind to those matters most immediately in hand. Her dressing gown, of a fine dark red wool and rather old- fashioned in style, lay over the bed. When Nurse touched her she knew where to reach. All seemed as usual. Just as when Beth had left him, John lay with his eyes closed. He had slept only a little, Nurse said. Being in the dark made him nervous: from the first, by means of a cloth tied over its shade, the lamp they kept burn- ing all night in the sickroom had been dimmed. When John, hearing her, opened his eyes, Beth took the chair by the bed, sliding her hand unde

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