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112 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
“You won’t. You’ll be just fine. The hospital in Idaho
Falls should have translators available.”
“They do,” Jake interjected. “I promise, I will make
sure we have someone there to translate.”
Maggie conveyed his words to Carmela, but the girl
still looked distressed, as if she would burst into tears
at any moment. “I will not know those people. They will
be strangers to me. I will not know anyone but Dr. Jake.
Please say you will help me.”
Maggie studied her for a long moment, then sighed
heavily. “Yes. All right. Dr. Dalton can contact me when
you begin to go into labor and I will try to come. I can’t
make any promises that I’ll definitely be there, but I will
do my best.”
The young woman beamed, her shoulders slumping
as if a huge weight had just been lifted from them. She
rushed to Maggie, nearly knocking her off balance as
she embraced her and kissed her cheeks with effusive,
genuine gratitude.
Maggie returned the embrace, he noted, but she
didn’t look at all thrilled by the prospect of participating
in a labor and delivery. He wondered at it but didn’t
have time to give it more than a passing thought as, to
his deep surprise, Carmela turned her gratitude in his direction.
She even went so far as to hug him. She stopped
after only a few seconds and pulled away, obviously
flustered.
“I’ll call her when you go into labor,” he promised.
“This close to the end of your pregnancy, I’d like to see
you every week. Can you come back next Wednesday?”
Maggie translated his words to Carmela. The young