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(The finger was turning darker, though. Massaging Jane’s lower arm helped. “If you were anyone else I’d have you at the emergency room at St. Joe’s for more blood tests,” Dr. K had told Jane at the house. She was obviously concerned, as were we. On her call, we asked her what she’d do on her own. She suggested we go to the emergency room for blood tests, and we agreed. A few minutes later, as I was hurriedly throwing a few things into a bag, Dr. K. called again, to say that we could save the emergency room fee if she had Jane admitted directly into a room. We agreed. Jane cried briefly. I turned the car around in the driveway, wheeled her out in her office chair, and managed to get her up onto the front seat, awkwardly and with discomfort. I’d called the Bumbalos, our neighbors across the street, for help, but they were away.

(9:25. Jane sat quietly. Our cat, Bill, jumped through the open kitchen window and came over to my chair. After pawing around he jumped up into my lap, which is a bit unusual. Awkwardly circling, he tried to settle down, purring, as I tried to complete these notes. His eyes, his motions, his fur, were beautiful—an excellent example of that “supportive action” that Jane had been talking about.