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But will he die?"
I dont know. He might. But one things for sure . .
. hell never grow to be a man in the ICU."
THE DOCTOR DROPPED Branwyn off at Helmutt-Briggs
and then drove back to his home in Beverly Hills. Before he was in the
front door, he could hear Erics howls. Minas found the boy and Ahn in
the nursery. She was holding him, and he was battering her face with
pudgy fists. The boy had been screaming at the top of his lungs until
his milky skin turned red.
He wont stop," Ahn told the doctor.
Minas took the boy in his arms. Eric fought and
struggled and screamed and shouted and hollered. Hot tears flooded out
of his eyes. Every now and then hed stop long enough to be fed, but as
soon as the bottle was empty, he started in crying again.
It was like that all day. Dr. Nolan examined the boy
for gas and then infection, but he couldnt find anything and the baby
couldnt talk. All he could do was yell and cry.
At four thirty in the afternoon, after what seemed
like three years of tears to the doctor and Ahn, the telephone rang.
Minas rushed to it, hoping for some heart attack or stroke that would
take him to the peaceful operating room.
Dr. Nolan?" a woman asked.
Yes."
Im calling from the ICU at Helmutt-Briggs. We were
told that youre familiar with a woman named Branwyn Beerman."
Yes."
Well, Doctor," the woman said, we think that she
removed her son from the isolation unit he occupied. Hes gone from the
hospital, and the number we have for her on file has been disconnected."
What do you want from me?"
Do you know how we can get in touch with her?"
Eric was screaming two rooms away.
Dont you have an address for her on file?" Minas
asked.
We dont have the staff to send, Doctor, and the
head of the unit has ruled out calling the police."
So, again, what do you want from me?" Nolan asked.
We thought that maybe you knew how to reach her. Her
baby might die outside of the isolation unit."
No."
No what?"
No, I dont know how to reach her."
MINAS NOLAN, THE Vietnamese nanny, Ahn, and Eric
all piled into the silver Mercedes and drove down to a street off
Crenshaw. There were no buzzers at the front door, and the mailboxes had
numbers but no names.
On the first floor of the dilapidated, modern
building, only one apartment door in the long corridor of doors was
open; just inside sat an extraordinarily thin black man wearing only a
pair of black cotton pants.
Evenin," the man said to Minas as he hurried by
with his son and the nanny looking for some sign of Branwyn.
Hello," Minas replied. Excuse me, sir."
You lost?" the old man asked. You look lost."
Im looking for Branwyn Beerman."
You from that hospital?" the man asked suspiciously.
Im a friend of hers."
Then why dont you know where she live at?"
Ive never been up to her apartment. Ive only ever
dropped her off at the door."
Oh," the man said, smiling now. Youre that doctor
always takes her home after she visits with her poor baby."
Yes. Thats me."
You not comin to take her baby away now are ya?"
No, sir. Im the one who suggested that she take
Tommy out of there."
Copyright © 2006 by Walter Mosley
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