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Macaluso learned, long ago, that diversion worked better than assurance and probability. "I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER THE PLIGHT OF BATHSHEBA! NOW THINK OF THAT! Please. Be still and let me do my work," he repremanded a nearby pair of accompanying visitors whose misgivings were unsettling others. Later in the day, an entire waiting room would erupt in the singular question, what WAS the plight of Bathsheba? " Beats me, he would tell them, but Henrietta is in recovery doing fine and demanding her promised presents. Bathsheba would probably never cross this family's mind again. But right now he stepped mom through Henrietta's proposed surgery. Muscles had to be lengthened here and there. The left dislocated hip would be opened and emptied of obstructive fat and fibrous ingrowth. A stretched out and thickened ligament also had to be removed to make space. At the lower pole of the socket a spanning ligament needed to be divided to enlarge socket capacity otherwise the ball of the hip, having grown relatively larger would not seat. The stretched out hip capsule had to be reshaped. "How do you do that, doctor?" "Ahhh, just a nip here and a tuck there. Simplicity patterns." His hand gestures were comical to Henrietta so he reprised them with a funny face of wild eyes to her laughter. He then went on about chisels and a high speed turbine driven side cutting drill that a dentist from hell might use. The left pelvis would be divided in a sweeping curve just above the hip so as to swivel the lower half delivering the hip socket into a more horizontal position. Carefully shaped and interlocking bone graft harvested from another part of her pelvis would lock in this new orientation. Pins drilled across these bones would reinforce the pieces. "Her cast will go from here to here," he swept his