The nervousness fled almost instantly. The cork had been pulled, and the violent waters of his tension overran the tenuous walls of the dike, leaving only the muddy silt of uncertainty. If anything, the uncertainty was worse. He hoped it did not show. He did not want it to show to Teddy.
"Mr. Carella," the doctor said, "I can see the prenatal jitters erupting all over you. Relax.
There's nothing to worry about."
Carella nodded, but even the nod lacked conviction. He could feel the presence of Teddy beside him, his Teddy, his Theodora, the girl he loved, the woman he'd married. He turned for an instant to look at her face, framed with hair as black as midnight, the brown eyes gleaming with pride now, the silent red lips slightly parted.
I mustn't spoil it for her, he thought.
And yet he could not shake the doubt.
"May I reassure you on several points, Mr.
Carella?" Randolph said.
"Well, I really ..
"Perhaps you're worried about the infant.
Perhaps, because your wife is a deaf mute, born that way.." perhaps you feel the infant may also be born handicapped. This is a reasonable fear, Mr. Carella."
"I ..
"But a completely unfounded one," Randolph smiled.
"Medicine is in many respects a cistern of ignorance-but we do know that deafness, though sometimes congenital, is not hereditary.
For example, perfectly normal offspring have been produced by two deaf parents. Lon Chancy is the most famous of these offspring, I suppose.
With the proper care and treatment, your wife will go through a normal pregnancy and deliver a normal baby.
She's a healthy animal, Mr. Carella. And it I may be so bold, a very beautiful one."
Teddy Carella, reading the doctor's lips, came close to blushing. Her beauty, like a rare rose garden which a horticulturist has come to take for granted, was a thing she'd accepted for a long time now. It always came as a surprise, therefore, when someone referred to it in glowing terms.
These were the face and the body with which she had been living for a good many years. She could not have been less concerned over whether or not they pleased the strangers of the world. She wanted them to please one person alone: Steve Carella.
Now, with Steve's acceptance of the idea coupling with her own thrilled anticipation, she felt a soaring sense of joy.
"Thank you, Doctor," Carella said.
"Not at all," Randolph answered.
"Good luck to you both. I'll want to see you in a few weeks, Mrs. Carella. Now take care of her."
"I will," Carella answered, and they left the obstetrician's office. In the corridor outside, Teddy threw herself into his arms and kissed him violently.
"Hey!" he said.
"Is that any way for a pregnant woman to behave?"
Teddy nodded, her eyes glowing mischievously. With one sharp twist of her dark head, she gestured toward the elevators.
"You want to go home, huh?"
She nodded.
"And then what?"
Teddy Carella was eloquently silent.
"It'll have to wait," he said.
"There's a little suicide I'm supposed to be covering."
He pressed the button for the elevator.
"I behaved like a jerk, didn't I?"
Teddy shook her head.
"I did. I was worried. About you, and about the baby" He paused.
"But I've got an idea. First of all, to show my appreciation for the most wonderfully fertile and productive wife in the city ..
Teddy grinned.
I would like us both to have a drink.
We'll drink to you and the baby, darling." He took her into his arms.
"You because I love you so much. And the baby because he's going to share our love." He kissed the tip of her nose.
"And then off to my suicide. But is that all? Not by a longshot. This is a day to remember. This is the day the most beautiful woman in the United States, nope, the world, hell, the universe, discovered she was going to have a baby! So …" He looked at his watch.
"I should be back at the squad room by about seven latest. Will you meet me there? I'll have to do a report, and then we'll go out to dinner, some quiet place where I can hold your hand and lean over to kiss you whenever I want to. Okay?
At seven?"
Teddy nodded happily.
"And then home. And then … is it decent to make love to a pregnant woman?"
Teddy nodded emphatically, indicating that it was not only decent but perfectly acceptable and moral and absolutely necessary.
"I love you," Carella said gruffly.
"Do you know that?"
She knew it. She did not say a word. She would not have said a word even if she could have. She looked at him, and her eyes were moist, and he said, "I love you more than life."
There were ninety-thousand people living in the 87th Precinct.
The streets of the precinct ran south from the River Harb to Grover Park, which was across the way from the station house. The River Highway paralleled the river's course, and beyond that was the first precinct street, fancy Silvermine Road, which still sported elevator operators and doormen in its tall apartment buildings.
