to talk to me. Finally a man picked up the telephone. When I told him I was the one who had rung for help, he said it appeared that Lars had had a heart attack. I asked where they were taking him, and he told me they were on their way to Porter Hospital.
âI didnât really think. I just grabbed a coat, called for a taxiâI didnât have a car back thenâand went outside. When I got to the emergency room at Porter, I gave Larsâs name and tried to get someone to tell me what was going on, but no one would. I didnât know what else to do, so I sat down in the waiting room. No one else was there. After what felt like an eternity, a man and a woman came in. The woman said her brother had been brought in because heâd had a heart attack. She was taken into the treatment area. The man with her was about to follow, but I caught his arm.â
Larsâs eyes are bright. âQuite forward of her, I might add.â
ââForwardâ had nothing to do with it,â I tell him sweetly. âI just wanted to know what had happened. I explained who I was,that I was the one who had called for help. The man introduced himself; he was Larsâs brother-in-law, Steven. He told me to wait while he went inside to see what was going on. So I sat down again and waited. I was about to give up when Steven came back out. âHeâs stable and conscious,â he told me. âHeâd like to see you.â
âSo I was permitted to see him. He was lying on a cot in a treatment room, attached to all sorts of machines and monitors. His sister was seated at his side. When I came in, she rose and took my hand. âThank you,â she said, tearing up. âYou saved his life.â
âIt was then that Lars opened his eyes . . .â And here I stare at him again, look into the deep blue. Itâs difficult to take my gaze away. Finally, I turn back to Judy and Bill. âOur eyes met, and he reached forward to take my hand. âThank you, Katharyn,â he whispered. âThank you.ââ
I take a sip of wine, then smile delightedly around the table.
âAnd that,â Lars says heartily, âwas pretty much that. She visited me daily until I was released. When I went home, my sister Linnea was my official nurse, but Katharyn was the one who truly brought me back to health. I quit smokingâwe both didâand started to exercise regularly. I love to hike, so we did that a lot, especially before we had children. And we took up tennis together; we still play in a doubles league. Of course, I have to take it a bit easyâI mostly play net, and Katharyn handles the back of the court.â He chuckles. âTrust me, folks, you donât want to mess with this ladyâs backhand.â
I stare at him, wondering if I look as confused as I feel. I have not held a tennis racquet since gym class in high school. I cannot imagine myself being even remotely skilled at something as athletic as playing tennis.
Lars squeezes my shoulder. âKatharyn and I were inseparablefrom the day we met. We got married less than a year later, and weâve been happy as larks ever since.â
âWhat an amazing story!â Judy exclaims. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard anything quite so romantic.â
Lars nods. âWe ask each other all the time,â he says, âwhat if we had never met? What if weâd gotten off the telephone just a few minutes before we did? The answer is chillingly simple: if it hadnât happened the way it didâwhy then, I would not have survived. We wouldnât be here tonight.â
My hands are trembling. My whole body tenses at his words.
T he dream continues. We enjoy a hearty spaghetti dinner and a bottle of Chianti. We get to hear how they met (not nearly as exciting; they were introduced via mutual friends in college), and then linger over coffee for all and cigarettes for them. As heâd