Her commotion had brought in reinforcements and she recognized Blake and Roger from the group that had made comments about her drunken Cynthia the night before, though she did not greet either of them. The hysterical woman, her words frightened the emergency doctor and for the first time she considered the idea that perhaps it was for the better she not see her poor lover’s dead body. Shaking her head,<em>no, I must see for myself how she died, I must know.</em><br/><br/>Realizing somewhere along the line she had accepted the death, she turned to Mr. Fox with a false bravado, her voice calm, “no, Mr. Fox I must see her, I insist.”<br/><br/><em>Could her injuries be any worse than the ones she had seen during four car pile-ups or the roofer who fell off a two story building and into a plate of glass being installed that day?</em>She thought as she stepped through the threshold, no longer interested in Mr. Fox’s prattle.<br/>