The Doctor's Undoing

That raised one of Grimshaw’s bushy dark eyebrows. “And why not?”

Ida poured water into the basin and pointed downward, instructing the boy to submerge his bloody knuckles. The resulting yelp answered Grimshaw’s inquiry more effectively than any explanation Ida could offer. “Pain aside, young Mr....”

“Loeman. Tony Loeman.” The boy hissed his name through gritted teeth.

“Young Mr. Loeman here will run the risk of infection until the broken skin heals. So unless he can man the laundry vats with one hand, you’ll need to find another way for him to pay his debt to society.” She handed a cake of soap to the boy. “Scrub when you can stand it. While you’re at it, how about you explain what brought this on. Or does Mr. Grimshaw already know?”

To Ida’s surprise, both teacher and student gained a look of embarrassed reluctance at the question. Their expressions connected the boy’s name in Ida’s memory, and she stepped back to park a hand on one hip. “No.”

“Jake was making fun of Merrie’s socks.”

“While I admire your efforts to defend your baby sister’s honor,” Grimshaw chided, “slugging Jake Multon was a poor way to go about it.”

Ida felt as if the world had spun into ridiculous cyclones around one small act of kindness. “It was just a pair of socks!” she declared, more to the whole world than to her present company. She frowned at the boy. “You threw a punch over a pair of baby booties?”

“He started it.”

Ida looked up at Mr. Grimshaw. “How do y’all survive Christmas?”

“It ain’t much fun, but...”

“Scrub!” Ida cut Tony off with the command. She was beginning to see why the Parker Home for Orphans had run through its share of nurses. At this rate, she’d be apologizing clear through to Easter. “Mr. Grimshaw, would you step outside with me for a moment?”

Grimshaw gave Loeman a look that would pin a tiger in its place and then reached clear across the room to open the infirmary door with ease. “Of course, Nurse Landway.”

Pulling the door shut, Ida kept one eye on Loeman through the glass as she peered up to the teacher. “I’m dreadfully sorry to have caused such a ruckus, Mr. Grimshaw. Believe me, I had no idea the trouble those booties would cause.”

Grimshaw blinked, his face splitting into a smile that looked somehow alarming on his lanky features. “I thought it rather cute, truly. Seems a shame how a spot of kindness gets so poorly repaid.”

Ida hadn’t expected his reaction. “Why thank you, Mr. Grimshaw. But it seems to me you are doing the paying.” She cast a glance at Loeman, now wincing as he gingerly swiped the cake of soap across his knuckles. It stung, no doubt about that, but keeping wounds clean was absolutely essential in this moist heat. “I hadn’t thought about there being siblings in here.”

Grimshaw’s features softened further. “Loeman’s one of the sadder cases, actually. His pa’s been out of work so long they just couldn’t feed them any longer.”

Ida’s jaw fell open. “Do you mean to say Meredith and Tony’s parents are still living? They’re not actually orphaned but abandoned?” The thought practically knocked her against the hallway wall. “It’s a wonder Tony hasn’t slugged the whole world.”

“He’s working on it. This wasn’t his first fistfight. That’s why I came down so hard on him.”

Ida could only sigh and stare in at the poor boy. He looked her way for a fraction of a second—likely imagining she and Grimshaw were out here devising hideous forms of punishment—then returned to his painful task.

“I still think it was a fine thing you did. I know Mrs. Smiley will give you no end of grief for it, but I’m glad to see a kindness paid, no matter what the cost.”

After a weekend of awful consequences, the man’s encouragement warmed Ida’s sore heart. “It’s mighty kind of you to say so, Mr. Grimshaw.” She glanced up and down the hallway, again aware of how stark the buildings were. “I’m just so aching to put a dash of color into this place. Children should live in cheerful rooms, don’t you think? Happy, color-filled places?” It seemed an odd thing to say to a man who seemed a study in black and white every day.

“It’s a nice thought, Nurse Landway. Although I could have done with a little less red today.” He peered at a bloody smear on his cuff. “Do hope they can get this out in the wash,” he muttered to himself before returning his attention to Ida. “I must get back to the library, where the boys are learning chess. Please do send Tony back there when he’s done here. While the laundry may not be possible, I’m quite sure Mr. Loeman can play chess with one hand.”

Ida put her hand on the infirmary door. These boys needed some place to channel their energy, but she doubted chess was going to fit the bill. What a complicated minefield of a place the Parker Home was turning out to be. You’re going to have to help me find my way, Father, Ida prayed as she eyed the scowl still filling Tony Loeman’s face. This place makes the army look easy!

Chapter Six (#ulink_1bf3703c-d38c-59fd-8a42-116209615d52)

Ida raised the frame and set it gently on the nail Mr. MacNeil had placed in the wall above her small desk. She looked back at Leanne Gallows before she adjusted the frame so that it hung straight.

“Perfect,” Leanne said, smiling. “I like the yellow matting—the room needs it.”

“It does.” Ida stepped back to admire the brightly framed copy of the “Nightingale Pledge.” Ida, Leanne and hundreds of nurses before and since them had recited these words at the pinning ceremony that officially welcomed them into the profession. The piece had been framed in a formal cream matting, but last night Ida had salvaged a few inches off the hem of her yellow curtains and redone the mounting. She’d made a promise to herself to add one bit of color to her world every day, even if it was something as small as a hair ribbon. “And here I thought the army had gotten me used to drab.”

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Leanne looked around and shrugged. “Well, then again, I suppose it is. Seems sad to ask children to live like this.” She clearly caught the look in Ida’s eyes, for a smile turned up one corner of her mouth. “Which is why you’re plotting something, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Maybe I should remind you about the bit in there about abstaining from mischief,” Leanne teased, crossing her arms over her chest. Leanne had given Ida no small amount of grief over the line in the pledge that read “I shall abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous,” to which Ida had no small amount of trouble adhering.

Ida sat across from her friend. “Socks can hardly be counted as mischief.”

“I thought you told me an actual fistfight had broken out over those baby booties.”

“Well, yes,” Ida admitted, “but we can’t blame that one on the socks. In this awful weather, boys are going to be spoiling for a fight no matter what—the booties were only an excuse. I just hadn’t thought through the implications.”

Leanne laughed. “Imagine that.”

“I’ll have you know I have Dr. Parker’s approval on the idea as long as each girl gets the same number of socks at the same time.”

“I’ve heard of the Parker family, but I don’t really know them. What is Daniel Parker like? You’ve been here a whole eight days. How have you found your new employer?”

Ida didn’t have to think much before replying. “Whopping serious.”

Leanne laughed. “I imagine half the world strikes you as overly serious. So, then, is the good doctor somber serious, or dedicated serious?”

“A bit of both.” Ida looked in the direction of Dr. Parker’s office. The angle of the buildings was such that she could see the windows of his office from her own office windows. She had come down here well past midnight Sunday evening, having forgotten a book she wanted to review, and found his light still on. She knew he left the compound now and then, but other than that he seemed to be continually at his post. “I believe he views his work here as a vocation. He seems to bear the burden of all these youngsters mighty personally. You’d think they’d be fond of him for it.”

Leanne cocked her head to one side. “Aren’t they?”

Ida fiddled an unruly curl escaping from her pinned-up hair. “They like him, but it doesn’t really seem to go much beyond that. It’s not as if they are afraid he’ll harm them in any way, but they don’t look to him for affection—to give it or to receive it. I expect I’ve gotten more hugs in my week here than that man gets all year. Those little arms can’t reach past all that authority to get to the man on the other side, if you ask me.”

“Well, I suppose it takes a certain amount of command to keep a place like this from chaos. Soldiers mostly do as they are told. Not so with children.”

Ida leaned in. “That’s just it—they do obey like little soldiers. Take suppers, for instance. The meals here are deathly quiet. Makes me skittish to hear only the sound of so many little mouths chewing. If I could tell Dr. Parker one place to lighten things up, I’d sure start with the meals.”

“Will you? Start telling him where to lighten things up?”

Ida blew out a breath and sat back in her chair. “I just won the sock skirmish—or so I think. I might need to ponder when to wage my next battle.”

“An army fights on its feet.” Leanne recited the saying often quoted by Red Cross knitters as they had stitched up socks for the boys overseas. “So now you’re going to start the brightening campaign with a rainbow of little socked feet?”

“Lots of ’em.”

“You told me this post doesn’t give you a lot of idle time. I admit it’s a wonderful idea, but Ida, it could take you a year or more before you get enough socks done.”

Ida leaned in just as Leanne’s face showed the idea coming to her, as well. “That’s why you’re going to help me. You did it once before at Camp Jackson. Now we need a much more colorful version of our band of knitters right here.”