Nothing Lasts Forever. Sidney Sheldon

morning. For the first two years of medical school, you worked with cadavers. In the last two years, you have worked with hospital patients under the supervision of senior doctors. Now, it’s you who are going to be responsible for your patients. It’s an awesome responsibility, and it takes dedication and skill.”

      His eyes scanned the auditorium. “Some of you are planning to go into surgery. Others of you will be going into internal medicine. Each group will be assigned to a senior resident who will explain the daily routine to you. From now on, everything you do could be a matter of life or death.”

      They were listening intently, hanging on every word.

      “Embarcadero is a county hospital. That means we admit anyone who comes to our door. Most of the patients are indigent. They come here because they can’t afford a private hospital. Our emergency rooms are busy twenty-four hours a day. You’re going to be overworked and underpaid. In a private hospital, your first year would consist of routine scut work. In the second year, you would be allowed to hand a scalpel to the surgeon, and in your third year, you would be permitted to do some supervised minor surgery. Well, you can forget all that. Our motto here is ‘Watch one, do one, teach one.’

      “We’re badly understaffed, and the quicker we can get you into the operating rooms, the better. Are there any questions?”

      There were a million questions the new residents wanted to ask.

      “None? Good. Your first day officially begins tomorrow. You will report to the main reception desk at five-thirty tomorrow morning. Good luck!”

      The briefing was over. There was a general exodus toward the doors and the low buzz of excited conversations. The three women found themselves standing together.

      “Where are all the other women?”

      “I think we’re it.”

      “It’s a lot like medical school, huh? The boys’ club. I have a feeling this place belongs to the Dark Ages.”

      The person talking was a flawlessly beautiful black woman, nearly six feet tall, large-boned, but intensely graceful. Everything about her, her walk, her carriage, the cool, quizzical look she carried in her eyes, sent out a message of aloofness. “I’m Kate Hunter. They call me Kat.”

      “Paige Taylor.” Young and friendly, intelligent-looking, self-assured.

      They turned to the third woman.

      “Betty Lou Taft. They call me Honey.” She spoke with a soft Southern accent. She had an open, guileless face, soft gray eyes, and a warm smile.

      “Where are you from?” Kat asked.

      “Memphis, Tennessee.”

      They looked at Paige. She decided to give them the simple answer. “Boston.”

      “Minneapolis,” Kat said. That’s close enough, she thought.

      Paige said, “It looks like we’re all a long way from home. Where are you staying?”

      “I’m at a fleabag hotel,” Kat said. “I haven’t had a chance to look for a place to live.”

      Honey said, “Neither have I.”

      Paige brightened. “I looked at some apartments this morning. One of them was terrific, but I can’t afford it. It has three bedrooms …”

      They stared at one another.

      “If the three of us shared …” Kat said.

      The apartment was in the Marina district, on Filbert Street. It was perfect for them. 3Br/2Ba, nu cpts, lndry, prkg, utils pd. It was furnished in early Sears Roebuck, but it was neat and clean.

      When the three women were through inspecting it, Honey said, “I think it’s lovely.”

      “So do I!” Kat agreed.

      They looked at Paige.

      “Let’s take it.”

      They moved into the apartment that afternoon. The janitor helped them carry their luggage upstairs.

      “So you’re gonna work at the hospital,” he said. “Nurses, huh?”

      “Doctors,” Kat corrected him.

      He looked at her skeptically. “Doctors? You mean, like real doctors?”

      “Yes, like real doctors,” Paige told him.

      He grunted. “Tell you the truth, if I needed medical attention, I don’t think I’d want a woman examining my body.”

      “We’ll keep that in mind.”

      “Where’s the television set?” Kat asked. “I don’t see one.”

      “If you want one, you’ll have to buy it. Enjoy the apartment, ladies—er, doctors.” He chuckled.

      They watched him leave.

      Kat said, imitating his voice, “Nurses, eh?” She snorted. “Male chauvinist. Well, let’s pick out our bedrooms.”

      “Any one of them is fine with me,” Honey said softly.

      They examined the three bedrooms. The master bedroom was larger than the other two.

      Kat said, “Why don’t you take it, Paige? You found this place.”

      Paige nodded. “All right.”

      They went to their respective rooms and began to unpack. From her suitcase, Paige carefully removed a framed photograph of a man in his early thirties. He was attractive, wearing black-framed glasses that gave him a scholarly look. Paige put the photograph at her bedside, next to a bundle of letters.

      Kat and Honey wandered in. “How about going out and getting some dinner?”

      “I’m ready,” Paige said.

      Kat saw the photograph. “Who’s that?”

      Paige smiled. “That’s the man I’m going to marry. He’s a doctor who works for the World Health Organization. His name is Alfred Turner. He’s working in Africa right now, but he’s coming to San Francisco so we can be together.”

      “Lucky you,” Honey said wistfully. “He looks nice.”

      Paige looked at her. “Are you involved with anyone?”

      “No. I’m afraid I don’t have much luck with men.”

      Kat said, “Maybe your luck will change at Embarcadero.”

      The three of them had dinner at Tarantino’s, not far from their apartment building. During dinner they chatted about their backgrounds and lives, but there was a restraint to their conversation, a holding back. They were three strangers, probing, cautiously getting to know one another.

      Honey spoke very little. There’s a shyness about her, Paige thought. She’s vulnerable. Some man in Memphis probably broke her heart.

      Paige looked at Kat. Self-confident. Great dignity. I like the way she speaks. You can tell she came from a good family.

      Meanwhile, Kat was studying Paige. A rich girl who never had to work for anything in her life. She’s gotten by on her looks.

      Honey was looking at the two of them. They’re so confident, so sure of themselves. They’re going to have an easy time of it.

      They were all mistaken.

      When they returned to their apartment, Paige was too excited to sleep. She lay in bed, thinking about the future. Outside her window, in the street, there was the sound of a car crash, and then people shouting, and in Paige’s mind it dissolved into the memory of African natives yelling and chanting, and guns being fired. She was transported back in time, to the small jungle village in East Africa, caught in the middle of a deadly tribal war.

      Paige was terrified. “They’re