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My father brought me a small white wash basin and he held it in front of me as I coughed blood into it. When my mom returned to the room after telephoning the hospital, she said, "They'll send an ambulance, but I told them you would drive her there. It'll be faster. We'll save time. They're notifying Dr. King to rush to the hospital immediately." I have never seen my mother look so worried. Tears ran from her eyes, and, as my father wrapped me in a dark blanket, I remember hearing my mother's voice whispering, "Hail Mary, full of grace, blessed art Thou amongst women . . ." My father lifted me into his strong arms, and I looked at his round face, his warm brown eyes and dark wavy hair, and suddenly he looked fuzzy. I squinted to try to see, and I fainted. I bled all the way to the hospital, my father told me. Mom stayed home with Joey. Dad drove me to the emergency entrance of St. Joseph's where, he says, two internes were waiting. I was carried to the emergency room where Dr. King gave me a shot in my arm. When I came to, I was lying on a long hospital table, wrapped in the blanket from home I looked up into Dr. King's kind eyes, and he said, "There, there now. we're going to do everything we can." He was so gentle, so sure of himself that I was calmed, although I continued to bleed. The internes placed towels around my neck to catch the hemorrhaging blood that dribbled down my chin. In a few minutes, Dr. King inserted silver rods in my mouth, and I lay back while he stroked my forehead and soothed me. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room that gagged me. The internes assisted Dr. King as he called out instructions. My father stood by me crying. When your father stands beside you with tears brimming over in his eyes, you know something's wrong. For my father to cry, my life had to be in danger. All I could do was pray I closed my eyes. My mother's prayer came into my mind. 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When I opened my eyes again I saw the soft rosy light of dawn filtering thi-ough the ruffled white curtains at the window. My mother, sitting on a chair beside me. her eyes daik and baggy and her hair pulled back in a knot, caressed my cheeks with her warm hand. She had stood vigil with me through the night. I couldn't see my mother too well, but the crucifix, which was further away, seemed like it was next to me. The small Cross of dark wood with the figure of Jesus, crowned with thorns, was right in front of me, and I kissed it. "I am with you," I heard a Voice saying. All that day I was delirious with fever. And that same night, my head was dizzy and I craved ice-water every time I woke up. My mother kept a lamp lit in the room while I slept, and whenever I awakened, I would see the pink wool blanket on the bed and I would finger it lovingly before I dozed off, thinking, Someday. I'm going to have an all-pink bedroom. I still remember one of the strange dreams I had as I lay there delirious. In the dream I saw a beautiful pink, satin-covered bed, a vanity dresser with a mirrored top and a wide pink-net skirt. On the dresser were sparkling atomizers and bottles of perfume with sweet, flowery scents. I dreamed I sniffed all the perfumes, then sat cross-legged on the pink satin bedspread in my pink pajamas while a white bedside radio serenaded me with dance music and I ate a hot fudge sundae. That next morning when I woke up I saw the crucifix again, and I prayed. My brother Joey, chubby and brown-eyed, bounced into the room in good spirits and said he was going to read me a poem from his first-grade book. Getting better I sat up in bed and my mother served me a warm broth. Joey asked Mom if he could read another poem, and she told him to be careful and not to strain his throat. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Annette, I don't want you to be sick. I want you to get out of bed — like me." Then Mom told him to let me rest, and as I lay there in bed, I could hear the kids on the block, playing and laughing. Some of the girls were skipping rope to jump-rope rhymes, and others were playing hopscotch. I could hear the clack of the slate against the sidewalk as they took hopscotch turns. One of the neighbor girls, Mary Jo, bounced a ball to the tune of One, Two, Three O'heary. For the first time since I'd been in bed I felt lonely. I wanted to go out and play with them. When the doctor came that afternoon, he asked me if I wanted anything. I asked him if I could have a few visitors for a little while. I wanted some company. I could have them, he said. But, only if I promised not to talk. Three of my girlfriends came at five o'clock. They brought me presents — a record and a charm bracelet and a Peter Rabbit hand puppet made out of a Christmas stocking. They sat by the side of my bed on the kitchen chairs my father brought in for them. All of them were dressed up in pretty Christmas dresses, and they told me they wanted me to get well. I wanted to reach over and hug them all. My mother served them cups of hot chocolate and anise cookies, and when the sun started going down they left and said they'd come back and see me tomorrow. They visited me every day until I was completely well. We played Jacks and Old Maid and sometimes Mary Jo would tell