She lies on the examination table of Dr Bach in Krostitz. She is thirteen weeks and persistently nauseated. Her abdominal wall is stretched, but the swelling can they still ignore that fact under a loose blouse or a sweater. Against the wall is a display case with old medical instruments; Dr. Bach is a collector. Next to it hangs a life-size skeleton to a coat rack. The small Chamber of investigation is warm; Gabriella has stripped down to her waist and lies with her legs in metal braces. Dr. Bach is to wash his hands at the sink."So, how is it now?" he asks with a strange undertone. "A month or three, isn't it?"She nods. She feels unpleasant, exposed.He turns around and does milk-colored rubber gloves on, the thin material knelt to his knuckles. He let the vents to his wrists. She scares here and light hair head. He puts his glasses on his nose and right bends down headfirst on his mobile stool.
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