"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"I'll be right here when you come out," he prom-
ised.

We entered a different door from the one the doctor
had disappeared behind. The smell of alcohol thick-
ened. The clinic was small. A few steps and we were in
the operating room. The woman handed me a green
gown and told me to undress completely and lie on the
table with my feet up in the stirrups. I could not
believe this was happening. The woman left the room
and I began to unbutton my blouse. What a way to
begin a relationship, I thought.

I was lying on the table with my legs crossed when
the doctor entered the room a few minutes later. I
wanted to tell him that the table was making my bare
butt cold. I also wanted to tell him that I was basically
a good person who had made a mistake and that I
didn't mean anybody any harm, particularly to the
many tiny babies of the world. But I didn't say
anything. He gently took hold of my feet and placed
them in the stirrups.

"I'm going to give you a series of shots, Roxanne,"
he said. "It will numb the area."

"Will they hurt?" I asked.

"Yes. But only for a moment."

"I like an honest doctor."

He reached for a packet on a nearby shelf and
opened it. There was a long needle inside and a small
bottle of clear liquid next to it. He stabbed the needle
into the top of the bottle and slowly filled the syringe,
holding it up to the light. It looked like Excalibur, I
thought, and he was going to stick it into me.

"Jesus," I whispered.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

I chuckled. "It was more fun getting into this
predicament than it is getting out of it."

He smiled at my comment, but only for a moment.
He wasn't a bad man, but I was just another girl in
trouble to him. He probably saw hundreds a year, if
not thousands. This was business to him, not a matter