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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.