When I had my first baby, the hospital was full up and overflowing, so I shared a room with an extremely learned lady who was getting her Ph.D. in Old Testament Theology from Emory University. Her dissertation was on the ancient queens of Judah. She told me about it, and I said "I see. Ah, yes. Uh-huh." in the right places. So I had actually heard of Salome before . . .
I thought she was going to expire when my obstetrician, who was a little feisty red-headed Irishman, came boiling down the hall (you could hear him coming two halls away), rushed in, high-fived me, passed a few kidding remarks to me about my labor and delivery, listened to my heart, thumped my chest, and rushed on his way. Her eyes were hanging out on her cheekbones. "Who WAS that?" "My OB. Isn't he GREAT?!?"
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