sidneysheldon.astrangerinthemirror-第4节
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〃Toby。。。〃 His mother was speaking； her voice stern and cold。 〃Did you go to bed with this girl？〃
Toby swallowed； took a deep breath and mumbled；
〃Yes； Mother。〃
〃Then you will marry her。〃 There was finality in her tone。 She looked at the sobbing； puffy…eyed girl。 〃Is that what you want？〃
〃Y…yes；〃 Eileen cried。 〃I love Toby。〃 She turned to Toby。 〃They made me tell。 I didn't want to give them your name。〃
Her father； the police sergeant； announced to the room at large； 〃My daughter's only sixteen。 It's statutory rape。 He could be sent to jail for the rest of his miserable life。 But if he's going to marry her。。。〃
They all turned to look at Toby。 He swallowed again and said； 〃Yes； sir。 I I'm sorry it happened。〃 During the silent ride home with his mother； Toby sat at her side； miserable； knowing how much he had hurt her。 Now he would have to find a job to support Eileen and the child。 He would probably have to go to work in the butcher shop and forget his dreams； all his plans for the future。
When they reached the house； his mother said to him； 〃e upstairs。〃
Toby followed her to his room； steeling himself for a lecture。 As he watched； she took out a suitcase and began packing his clothes。 Toby stared at her； puzzled。
〃What are you doing。 Mama？〃
〃Me？ I'm not doing anything。 You are。 You're going away from here。〃 She stopped and turned to face him。 〃Did you think I was going to let you throw your life away on that nothing of a girl？ So you took her to bed and she's going to have a baby。 That proves two things that you're human； and she's stupid！ Oh； no no one traps my son into marriage。 God meant you to be a big man； Toby。 You'll go to New York； and when you're a famous star； you'll send for me。〃
He blinked back tears and flew into her arms； and she cradled him in her enormous bosom。 Toby suddenly felt lost and frightened at the thought of leaving her。 And yet； there was an excitement within him； the exhilaration of embarking on a new life。 He was going to be in Show Business。 He was going to be a star； he was going to be famous。 His mother had said so。
In 1939 New York City was a mecca for the theater。 The Depression was over。 President Franklin Roosevelt had promised that there was nothing to fear but fear itself； that America would be the most prosperous nadon on earth； and so it was。 Everyone had money to spend。 There were thirty shows playing on Broadway； and all of them seemed to be hits。 Toby arrived in New York with a hundred dollars his mother had given him。 Toby knew he was going to be rich and famous。 He would send for his mother and they would live in a beautiful penthouse and she would e to the theater every night to watch the audience applaud him。 In the meanme； he had to find a job。 He went to the stage doors of all the Broadway theaters and told them about the amateur contests he had won and how talented he was。 They threw him out。 During the weeks that Toby hunted for a job； he sneaked into theaters and nightclubs and watched the top performers work； particularly the edians。 He saw Ben Blue and Joe E。 Lewis and Frank Fay。 Toby knew that one day he would be better than all of them。 His money running out； he took a job as a dishwasher。 He telephoned his mother every Sunday morning； when the rates were cheaper。 She told Toby about the furor caused by his running away。 〃You should see them；〃 his mother said。 〃The policeman es over here in his squad car every night。 The way he carries on； you would think we were all gangsters。 He keeps asking where you are。〃
〃What do you tell him？〃 Toby asked anxiously。 〃The truth。 That you slunk away like a thief in the night； and that if I ever got my hands on you I would personally wring your neck。〃 Toby laughed aloud。
During the summer； Toby managed to get a job as an assistant to a magician； a beady…eyed； untalented mountebank who performed under the name of the Great Merlin。 They played a series of second…rate hotels in the Catskills； and Toby's primary job was to haul the heavy paraphernalia in and out of Merlin's station wagon； and to guard the props； which consisted of six white rabbits； three canaries and two hamsters。 Because of Merlin's fears that the props would 〃get eaten〃； Toby was forced to live with them in rooms the size of broom closets； and it seemed to Toby that the whole summer consisted of one overpowering stench。 He was in a state of physical exhaustion from carrying the heavy cabinets with trick sides and bottoms and running after props that were constantly escaping。 He was lonely and disappointed。 He sat staring at the dingy； little rooms； wondering what he was doing here and how this was going to get him started in show business。 He practiced his imitations in front of the mirror； and his audience consisted of Merlin's smelly little animals。
One Sunday as the summer was drawing to a dose； Toby made his weekly telephone call home。 This time it was his father who answered。
〃It's Toby； Pop。 How are you？〃
There was a silence。
〃Hello！ Are you there？〃
〃I'm here； Toby。〃 Something in his father's voice chilled Toby。
〃Where's Mom？〃
〃They took her to the hospital last night。〃 Toby clutched the receiver so hard that it almost broke in his fist。
〃What happened to her？〃
〃The doctor said it was a heart attack。〃
Nol Not his mother！ 〃She's going to be all right；〃 Toby demanded。 〃Isn't she？〃 He was screaming into the mouthpiece。 〃Tell me she's going to be all right； goddam you！〃
From a million miles away he could hear his father crying。 〃She she died a few hours ago； son。〃
The words washed over Toby like white…hot lava； burning him； scalding him； until his body felt as though it were on fire。 His father was lying。 She couldn't be dead。 They had a pact。 Toby was going to be famous and his mother was going to be at his side。 There was a beautiful penthouse waiting for her； and a limousine and chauffeur and furs and diamonds。。。 He was sobbing so hard he could not breathe。
He heard the distant voice saying； 〃Toby！ Toby！〃
〃I'm on my way home。 When is the funeral？〃
〃Tomorrow；〃 his father said。 〃But you mustn't e here。 They'll be expecting you； Toby。 Eileen is going to have her baby soon。 Her father wants to kill you。 They'll be looking for you at the funeral。〃
So he could not even say good…bye to the only person in the world he loved。 Toby lay in his bed all that day； remembering。 The images of his mother were so vivid and alive。 She was in the kitchen； cooking； telling him what an important man he was going to be； and at the theater； sitting in the front row and calling out； 〃Mein Himmel！ What a talented boy！〃 And laughing at his imitations and jokes。 And packing his suitcase。 When you're a famous star； you'll send for me。 He lay there； numbed with grief； thinking； I'll never forget this day。 Not as long as I live。 August the fourteenth； 1939。 This is the most important day of my life。
He was right。 Not because of the death of his mother but because of an event that was taking place in Odessa； Texas； fifteen hundred miles away。
* * *
The hospital was an anonymous four…storey building； the color of charity。 Inside was a rabbit warren of cubicles designed to diagnose sickness； alleviate it； cure it or sometimes bury it。 It was a medical supermarket； and there was something there for everyone。 It was four a。m。； the hour of quiet death or fitful sleep。
A time for the hospital staff to have a respite before girding for the battles of another day。 The obstetrical team in Operating Room 4 was in trouble。 What had started out as a routine delivery had suddenly turned into an emergency。 Up until the actual delivery of the baby of Mrs。 Karl Czinski； everything had been normal。 Mrs。 Czinski was a healthy woman in her prime； with wide peasant hips that were an obstetrician's dream。 Accelerated contractions had begun； and things were moving along according to schedule。 〃Breech delivery；〃 Dr。 Wilson； the obstetrician； announced。 The words caused no alarm。 Although only three percent of births are breech deliveries the lower part of the infant emerging first they are usually handled with ease。 There are three types of breech deliveries： spontaneous； where no help is required； assisted； where the obstetrician lends nature a hand； and a plete 〃breakup〃； where the baby is wedged in the mother's womb。
Dr。 Wilson noted with satisfaction that this was going to be a spontaneous delivery； the simplest kind。 He watched the baby's feet emerge； followed by two small legs。 There was another contraction from the mother； and the baby's thighs appeared。 〃We're almost there；〃 Dr。 Wilson said encouragingly。 〃Bear down once more。〃 Mrs。 Czinski did。 Nothing happened。 He frowned。 〃Try again。 Harder。〃 Nothing。 Dr。 Wilson placed his hands on the baby's legs and tugged； very gently。 There was no movement。 He squeezed his hand past the baby； through the narrow passage into the uterus； and began to explore。 Beads of perspiration suddenly appeared on his forehead。 The maternity nurse moved close to him and mopped his brow。
〃We've got a problem；〃 Dr。 Wilson said； in a low voice。
Mrs。 Czinski heard。 〃What's wrong？〃 she asked。
〃Everything's fine。〃
Dr。 Wilson reached in fart
