ABSTRACT
A week before Gypsy’s acci dent, an old woman was killed in Acland Street, St Kilda, hit by a cyclist as she began to cross the road. My wife, Yael, and I saw her lying on the road, blood coming from her ears. Yael and another bystander ran to the medical clinic she knew to be oppos ite where the woman lay. A doctor came, rested the poor woman’s head on a cushion, loosened her clothes, examined her as best he could and arranged for an ambu lance to come, but it did her little good. Three days later she died in hospital.
