II
Olga was dying—the doctor came and went; he would call again later, he told them.
“Fetch me a priest!” demanded Teresa, calm as a general now before battle. “There is yet time enough for a miracle to happen, the Holy Oil has been known to save life.”
She stared across the bed at the kneeling Fabio.
“Don’t drive me from Olga—” he pleaded pitifully.
Teresa was relentless: “Do as I tell you!”
And getting to his feet he obeyed her.