Chapter 37

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Jack said, “Ms. Schacter, I need to apologize.”

“For what?”

He bowed and said, “I hadn’t really given much credence to the critics when they said you were a great actress.  Oh, I believed beautiful and world-class dancer.  I thought it was hyperbola when they talked about you as a great actress.  Now that I have seen you on stage, I bow to your skills!”

Dvora laughed, the first real laugh he had heard from her since their hysterical release in the hospital, bowed back and said, “From a consummate prevaricator like you this is indeed high praise.”

Meghan looked good, except for the black eyes.  Dvora decided not to wait to have them fix her nose.  They’d re-broken and set it.  It was straight again. The plastic surgeon had suggested a few cosmetic fixes and Dvora gave her what for.

“Imagine the gall of that bitch.  Suggesting I change her nose while she is sleeping.  I like the little bump on her nose,” Dvora said, sniffing.  She turned her head to look at him, tilting her head to the right side, red-black hair swinging down to cover her left eye, her golden-brown right eye focused on the middle of his face.

“You have it too,” she said, reaching out to run her finger gently up and down his nose.  He left Dvora watching Meghan and walked outside to call Lee.

“They found Meghan’s attacker my love. He was killed during what was supposed to look like another robbery.  The story is so crazy I will have to tell you over dinner.”

“No way I am going to wait until dinner my beloved.  Where are you now?”

“I am standing outside the main entrance to the hospital.”

“Turn around.”

He turned around to see his beautiful woman walking toward him. He marveled at her perfections and even more at his luck to have her.  He made a promise to himself not screw this one up.  She held him and he held her as he told her the story. By the time he finished, the chill of a City night crept into them.  They went inside to warm themselves and send healing vibrations into Meghan.

Dvora, Lee, and Jack sat watching Meghan until they changed shifts at eleven.  Meghan had filled in some places and lost muscle tone in others.  Enforced rest had softened her stark, anatomy-drawing figure.

He drifted off, then Dvora, and then Lee, until the nurses woke them and sent them on their way.  They walked slowly back to the hotel, Dvora deciding that she could move the six blocks for just one night.  They didn’t talk-didn’t need to. One of them would say something and the other would answer with a look or gesture or wave of hand.  They were connected by their love for Meghan, their hatred for what had been done to her, and their pity for the man who had done it.

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