〃You mean you want me to work for you？〃
He smiled。 〃In my roundabout manner； that is what I was about to ask。 Are you interested？〃
〃Of course。 What girl wouldn't be？〃
〃It's not an easy job； you know；〃 he said。 〃I have a few beds in my clinic and very often； we'll have to work late。 Occasionally； I even keep a patient overnight。 At such times； you'd have to remain on duty。〃
〃Dr。 Grant；〃 Jennie said； smiling； 〃I've put in two eight…hour shifts a day with only four hours' sleep between； for the last week。 Working for you will seem like a picnic。〃
He smiled and reaching across the table； patted her hand reassuringly。 Jennie smiled back at him。 He wasn't so bad； after all； even if he did take out a few perfectly healthy appendixes。 He was only the surgeon。 He couldn't be responsible for the faulty diagnosis of every physician who sent him a patient。
But that was before she went to work for him and found out that healthy appendixes weren't the only things he removed。 He also had a very busy practice in unborn babies up to ten weeks after conception。 As a matter of fact； he was probably the busiest abortionist in California。
But by the time she was aware of that； it didn't matter； because she was in love with him。 Nor did it matter that he was already married and had three children。
8
THE TELEPHONE RANG JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE THE TINY TWO…ROOM APARTMENT OVER THE CLINIC。 She went back and picked it up。 〃Dr。 Grant's office；〃 she said。 It was an extension of the telephone in the office downstairs。
〃Jennie？〃 came the whisper。
〃Yes。〃
〃Will you be there for a while？〃
〃I was just leaving to see my folks。 I haven't seen them for three weeks。 This is the third Sunday in a row… 〃
His voice interrupted her。 〃I'll see to it you have time off during the week。 Please； Jennie； I've got to see you。〃
She hesitated a moment and he sensed her faltering over the telephone。 〃Please； Jennie！ I'll go crazy if I don't see you。〃
She looked across at the clock。 It was already after seven o'clock。 By the time she got across town； it would almost be time for her father to go to bed。 He had a WPA job and had to be at work very early。
〃Oh； all right；〃 she said quietly。
Some of the tension left his voice。 〃Good； Jennie。 I'll be there in twenty minutes。 I love you。〃
〃I love you；〃 she said and heard the click as he put down the phone。 She replaced the receiver and slowly took off her coat。 Carefully she put it back in the closet； walked over to the couch and sat down。 She lit a cigarette thoughtfully。
Who would have thought when she came to work here； three months ago； that he'd fall in love with her？ And she with him。 But then； how could she help herself？ Especially when she knew what it was like for him at home。 Married to a spoiled rich young woman who constantly threw up to him that it was her money that had enabled him to open his office； that it was her father's influence that had established him in the munity。 Married to a woman who bore him three children not out of love for him but out of an insane desire to keep him forever bound to her。
No wonder he'd found refuge in his work and spent almost every waking moment at his practice。 Now she understood what drove him。 And those girls and young women who came for his surgery？ And he'd explained why he did it； she understood that； too。
She saw the inner kindness in his sensitive face as he spoke。 〃What am I to do； Jennie？〃 he'd asked。 〃Turn them away and let them ruin their lives because of one foolish mistake？ Or let them fall into the hands of some quack who'll make them sick forever or perhaps even kill them； all because of some outworn religious code？ Religious laws like that have hung on until gradually they've bee dogma； just like the Jewish nonsense about kosher meat。 Even our civil laws permit abortion under certain circumstances。 Someday； it will be open and aboveboard； as it is in many countries throughout the world … Cuba； Denmark； Sweden； many others。〃
He'd turned his deep…set brown eyes toward her。 〃I took an oath when I became a doctor； that I would strive to do my best for my patients； to help them in every way I could； physically and psychologically。 That oath is more important than anything else to me。 When some poor； frightened child es to me for help； I can't play God and refuse her。〃
It made sense to her。 There were many things about the church she did not understand。 She knew how they'd acted in her own case and the bitterness still rankled deep within her。 If her goodness had been so important； why wouldn't they e forward to support her good name？ All they really sought was power over her； not responsibility for her。
So； gradually she'd e to recognize the women who came to him for help and feel a passion for them。 The young matron who couldn't afford to leave her job because already she and her husband had more children than they could support； the frightened young girls； some still in school or just out； the middle…aged women just approaching the change of life； with their families already grown； even the call girls； who lived casually from day to day； yet came into the office with a haunting fear buried deep beneath their bright； brittle laughter。 She had the capacity to feel sorry for them； even as he had。 And from there； it was only one step to falling in love with him。
It happened after she'd been there about a month。 She was upstairs in the apartment and heard a noise in the office below。 It was about eight o'clock at night。 At first； she was confused； thinking that this was an office night。 But then she realized it was Tuesday； and the doctor had office hours only on Monday； Wednesday and Friday evenings。 She turned down the flame under the coffeepot and reaching for her robe； went down to investigate。
When she opened the door to his private office and looked in； he was seated behind his desk； his face gray and tired…looking。 〃I beg your pardon； Doctor。 I didn't know it was you。 I heard a noise… 〃
He smiled wearily。 〃That's all right； Miss Denton。〃
〃Good night； Doctor；〃 she said； starting to close the door。
〃Just a minute； Miss Denton；〃 he said suddenly。
She opened the door and looked at him。 〃Yes； Doctor？〃
He smiled again。 〃We've been so busy； I haven't had time to ask。 Are you happy here？〃
She nodded。 〃Yes； Doctor。 Very。〃
〃I'm glad。〃
〃You ought to be getting home； Doctor。 You look exhausted。〃
〃Home？〃 he asked； a wry smile ing to his lips。 〃This is my home； Miss Denton。 I just sleep in that other place。〃
〃I… I don't understand； Doctor。〃
〃Of course you don't；〃 he said gently。 〃I wouldn't expect you to。 You're much too young and beautiful to worry about the likes of me。〃 He got to his feet。 〃Go back upstairs now； Miss Denton。 I'll try to be very quiet and not disturb you。〃
The light from the lamp on his desk shining up onto his face made him look even more handsome than usual。 She stood in the doorway； staring at him。 She felt her heart pumping strangely within her。 〃But I do worry about you； Doctor。 You work too hard。〃
〃I'll be all right；〃 he said in a toneless voice。 He turned to look at her and their eyes locked and held。 It seemed as if she were spinning into a swirling vortex deep in his gentle brown eyes。 She felt a trembling in her legs and placed her hand on the doorjamb quickly； to support herself。 No words came to her lips； she stared at him； speechless。
〃Is anything wrong； Miss Denton？〃
It took a desperate effort for her to shake her head。 〃No；〃 she whispered； forcing her eyes to turn away。 〃No。〃 Suddenly； she turned and ran toward the stairway。
She wasn't even aware that he had e after her until he caught her in the doorway of her apartment。 The warmth of his hand touching her shoulder came through the thin robe。 〃Are you afraid of me； Jennie？〃 he asked harshly。
She looked up into his face and saw the anguish in his eyes。 A curious weakness came over her and she would have fallen if he had not been holding her。 〃No；〃 she whispered。
〃Then what is it？〃
She looked down； not speaking； the warmth from his hand beginning to radiate into a fire inside her。 〃Tell me！〃 he urged； shaking her。
She looked up at him； the tears ing into her eyes。 〃I can't。〃
〃You can； Jennie； you can；〃 he said insistently。 〃I know what you feel。 You feel the same things I feel。 I can't sleep without dreaming of you； without feeling you close to me。〃
〃No。 Please！ It's not right。〃
His strong surgeon's hand held her chin。 〃I love you； Jennie；〃 he said。 〃I love you。〃
She stared up into his eyes； seeing his face ing closer and closer； then his mouth pressed down on hers。 She closed her eyes for a moment； feeling the fire envelop her。 Abruptly she tore her face away。 She backed into the apartment。 He stepped in after her； kicking the door shut with his foot。 〃You love me；〃 he said。 〃Say it！〃
Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him。 〃No；〃 she whispered。
He stepped forward again； his strong fingers digging deep into her shoulders。 〃Say it！〃 he manded harshly。
She felt the weakness as his touch flowed through her again。 She couldn't turn her face from his eyes。 〃I love you；〃 she said。
He pressed his mouth to hers again and kissed her。 She fel