Dr Monteseri's Decision
He lifted Nene to her bed, cleaned the cut wrist. and lay a plaster on it.
He gave her ORT.
“Ekaite, wash this towel and get more warm water.”
“Yes Sir,” she said.
“Massage her body. She is feverish. I will look for drugs.”
“Yes Sir,” she said, and hurried out with the towel in the bowl.
He picked the razor and the slashed doll, and walked downstairs.
“Chatie, put these away.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
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