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But, the autopsy will show that for certain.” Her voice was weary and sad. “I’m so sorry, Tyne. I know this is difficult for you under the circumstances. And those poor children … I don’t know what will happen to them.”
Tyne did not know, either, and right now she didn’t want to think about it. She couldn’t even imagine how they were to tell Rachael and Bobby that they would never see their mother again.
“Has their father been informed?” Tyne asked, her voice conveying little hope that they would have been able to contact him.
Miss Larson shook her head from side to side. “The night staff had no way of reaching him – the phone’s been disconnected. Dr. Dunston is driving out there right now.”
Tyne silently prayed that Corky would be at home when the doctor arrived, but in her heart she questioned how much use he would be to anyone, the children especially.
The morning passed in a blur. Miss Larson asked Tyne if she would like to take the day off, but she declined, knowing how busy the ward could be on any given day. But she had called Morley from the matron’s office. He had been as shocked as she, but he managed in the few brief minutes she had, to offer words of comfort over the telephone.
“But how are we going to tell them, Morley?” She almost wailed the words before she remembered what office she occupied.
She could hear Morley’s sigh. “It really isn’t up to us, but I can’t see Corky being much help. What about Lydia’s sister? Do you think she’ll step up to the plate now?”
“Maybe,” Tyne whispered, “we can hope she will.”
“But listen, Tyne, we can do it if we have to. And we will, with God’s help.”
She heard the confidence in his voice, and it brought a relieved smile to her lips. She knew he would be in prayer throughout the day. Perhaps, after all, they were the best ones to help the children over this terrible time.
The wall clock in the nurses’ station told Tyne her lunch time had arrived. She tidied the drug room where she had finished preparing the afternoon medications…
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