"Abe Sapirstein. A Jewish man. He delivers all the society babies..."

Dr. Sapirstein was wonderful; a tall sunburned man with white hair and a
shaggy white moustache (she had seen him somewhere before but couldn’t think
where; maybe on Open End) who despite the Miës van der Rohe chairs and cool
marble tables of his waiting room was reassuringly old-fashioned and direct.
“Please don’t read books,” he said. “Every pregnancy is different, and a book
that tells you what you’re going to feel in the third week of the third month is
only going to make you worry. No pregnancy was ever exactly like the ones
described in the books. And don’t listen to your friends either. They’ll have had
experiences very different from yours and they’ll be absolutely certain that their
pregnancies were the normal ones and that yours is abnormal.”