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"Who's Diane?" asked Rebecca, curiously. Just then, someone
knocked on the door.
"That must be the doctor," said Jose, getting up and walking to the door.
The hotel physician was a short man with a round, red face. It grew even redder when
he smiled.
"Where is the patient?" smiled the doctor, stepping inside. Jose showed
him over to the couch.
"I'll just go get a magazine from the lobby, downstairs," said Jose, excusing
himself. When Jose returned, Rebecca was sitting up on the couch, reading a small
pamphlet. "What's that?" asked Jose, pointing to the pamphlet. Rebecca
showed him the cover. "So, you're going to have a baby, after all!" he
exclaimed.
"My husband and I had only been married for a year, when he died. It was almost
like he never existed. Now, a part of Peter can go on living," said Rebecca,
glowing from inner happiness.
"I'm very happy for you, Mrs. Newton," said Jose, warmly.
"Thank you, Mr. Fernandez. I know you are," replied Rebecca.
"Please, call me Jose," he said, smiling.
"Only if you call me Rebecca," Rebecca laughed. While Jose spent the rest
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