June ate in the hospital cafeteria. Eventually she could walk up to the grill, ask for the usual, and receive a grilled cheese on white bread. Better than the ones Carol used to make. Or at least more comforting. She would sit, eating slowly while turning pages of her novel, and listen to the hospital-staff gossip, the woes of those who had relatives in surgery, and the excitement of those who were visiting the newly born. This prompted June to wonder where they were storing the babies, since the only proof she witnessed of their existence here was when they were wheeled out, attached to their new mothers, and put in the waiting car.