Grievous Sin. Faye KellermanЧитать онлайн книгу.
crowned adult along with a tan from the summer sun.
Magda blurted, “Does doctor say this is a big problem?”
Decker said, “No, he was pretty casual about it. Just wanted to watch her as a precaution.”
Hell if he’d tell his mother-in-law about her daughter bleeding a tad more than Hendricks liked. And it was probably no big deal. Decker remembered his first wife having a D and C after the birth of their second child. Jan had been just fine. Unfortunately, the baby had been stillborn—a boy. Morbid, unwanted thoughts began to invade Decker’s brainspace. He tried to shake off the nightmarish memory.
“But she’s all right, my Ginny?” Stefan said.
“I’m sure she’s fine.”
“They didn’t want you with her, Akiva?” Magda asked.
“No …” Decker hesitated. “No, they wouldn’t let me stay with her. But everything’ll work out. It always does.”
The group was silent.
“Where is she now?” Stefan asked.
“They took her into a delivery room.”
“But she delivered okay?” Magda said.
“Like a trouper.” Decker stood. “Doc just wanted to watch her.”
“That’s what you’re paying him for, Pete,” Marge said.
Decker stared at his partner—the voice of reason. But he didn’t feel rational. He stood and rocked on his feet. “It happened so fast. One minute she delivered a gorgeous little girl … the next …” He caught himself. “It’s just a precaution. Don’t worry.” Again he tried a smile for the boys. “Hey, your mom’s an iron woman.”
“The doctor looked worried?” Magda said.
“Just concerned.”
“But not worried?” Magda said.
“Maybe a little worried.”
“But not a lot worried,” Magda said.
“A little, a lot,” Stefan said. “Magda, you’re driving everyone crazy.”
“I want to know.” Magda began to chide her husband in Hungarian, then stopped herself. “I worry.” She smiled at her grandsons. “You know your omah is a worrier. I worry about everything.”
Decker took his mother-in-law’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Why is she still with the doctor?” Magda asked.
“Magda, I honestly don’t know,” Decker said. “They kicked me out.”
“Is she going to be all right, Dad?”
Decker regarded Sammy—an adolescent face with eyes that held a child’s fear. As Decker searched for the right explanation, his father-in-law picked up the slack.
“Sure, she’ll be fine, Shmuli,” Stefan said. “Your eema’s a strong girl. You want something to eat?”
Sammy shook his head.
“Nu, and you, Yonkel?”
“No, thanks, Opah.”
With resolution, Stefan slapped his hands onto the pillow cushions and hoisted himself upward. “Then we go to the gift shop.” He checked his pockets. “Buy some comic books maybe. Something nice for Eema’s room. Come on, boys. Do you have a twenty, Magda?”
“It’s okay, Opah,” Sammy said. “I’ll just stay here.”
“No, you come with me, Shmuli,” Stefan said. “I don’t know what comic book you like. Only the cat who eats lasagna.”
“Garfield,” Cindy said.
“Yes, Garfield. And who is the other? With the tiger?”
“Calvin and Hobbes,” Jake answered.
“Calvin and Hobbes,” Stefan repeated. “You come, too, Yonkel.”
Slowly, the boys got up and walked over to their grandfather’s side. He tousled the boys’ hair above the napes of their necks, careful to avoid knocking off their new leather yarmulkes. Jake leaned into his grandfather’s side, but Sammy kept his distance. Hands in his pockets, eyes cast on the floor. Decker felt the onslaught of parental failure, disgusted that he couldn’t put aside his own nervousness to comfort his son.
“Thanks, Stefan,” Decker said.
Stefan patted Decker’s back softly. “You just like my wife, you worry. You think you hide it, but I can tell. I just talked to God. He tells me she’ll be fine. So relax, nu?”
Decker marveled at how well the old man coped. Was it a skill he picked up because he survived the camps, or did he survive the camps because he had the skill? Decker sometimes wondered how he would have done if he’d been forced to live through the torture. Probably would have fallen apart, if the present was any indication.
“You go down to the gift shop with your opah, boys. I’m going to try to find out what’s going on.”
Marge said, “Let me ask—”
“No, I’ll ask—”
“Pete—”
“Marge, let me handle it my way.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“That’s not neces—”
“C’mon, Pete. Let’s go.”
“Marge, maybe you should stay with Magda.”
“No, you go ahead with her, Akiva.” Magda stood and brushed off her pants. “When Stefan says God say she’ll be okay, she’ll be okay. Cindy and I maybe go see the baby.”
Cindy’s face suddenly became animated. It was wonderful to see her spontaneous burst of joy. It reminded Decker that this was supposed to be a happy occasion. “Can we really see the baby?”
“I don’t know, Cindy.” Magda hooked her arm around Cindy. “We find out.”
“You can’t go behind the double doors,” a middle-aged woman in a white uniform told them. “I’m sorry. Staff only.”
Marge took out her badge. “Police, ma’am.”
The woman backed away. “Oh … okay. I thought …”
Decker didn’t give her a chance to fill in the blank. He took off down the long corridors and didn’t stop until it dawned on him that he didn’t know where he was.
“Is this Maternity, Pete?”
“I don’t know.” He grabbed his head. “God, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m freaking myself out.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
“Margie, my stomach feels like vinegar.” He bit on the ends of his mustache. “They took her into a delivery room.”
“We can’t exactly waltz into delivery rooms making inquiries, Pete.”
“That wasn’t my intention, Marge.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to sound snide.” Marge stopped a young kid in scrubs and asked for directions to Maternity. Down the hall to the right.
Decker left without thanking the kid, forcing Marge to trot just to keep up with him. But Decker knew she was smart enough not to say anything about his behavior. The woman had picked up some salient points after working with him for six years. Decker found the set of double doors leading to the labor rooms and went inside. The flooring had gone from carpet to linoleum with geometrical designs, and felt cold under his paper-muled feet. Still gowned up, for all the nurses knew he might have been an expectant