Feeling a lifeguard, he brought Jody the hall, and Mrs. Douglas closed the door behind them. - I could not do anything ... - she whispered apologetically. - Nothing, nothing. The housekeeper returned to her in the kitchen, muttering something under his breath, and Oliver sat on a carved wooden chair and pulled Jody closer. - Stop crying. Try to stop. Wipe your nose and relax. Jody made a valiant effort, but the tears still streaming down his red face. - I n 'I can not. - What happened? - Carolyn died. She really is dying. She is weak, as has happened before, and she had terrible pain here. - Jody put his dirty hands to his stomach. - And the pain intensifies.