in parchment paper, as if this were merely another day to be gotten through. Something about her determined obliviousness instantly put me on guard. The night sitter was leaning back in the recliner my father had bought for Candy. She sat up and started putting away her knitting. My mother stopped at the foot of the bed and tried to contain her proud smile.
âGuess who I talked to last night?â She looked at the night sitter and winked. âShe wants to come see you this Friday, too. I said I knew you couldnât wait.â
My heart sank. How could she have done this?
âItâs Elin-ah,â she said, and looked at me with a now uncertain smile. âThatâs okay, isnât it?â
I didnât respond.
âI have to get the house cleaned before they get here. Itâs literally a pigsty right now.â
I was too distraught at the time to wonder who âtheyâ were, so I didnât spell out the question. It quickly became the only thing I could think about, however. Was it Eleanor and her boyfriend? And if so, was it the same boyfriend sheâd had before, the one weâd cheated on? I assumed so. That had been only a few months ago.
When later that day I found out my intuition was right, a queasiness set in that rolled around in my gut, gathering intensity as the weekend approached. Eleanorâs boyfriend had a relative that was getting married in Atlanta, and âtheyâ had decided to come to Birmingham first. I knew she hadnât told him about us, about our having messed around. Was bringing him here some weird attempt to expunge her guilt? Sheâd forgotten about him then, so she would put him in my face now, and show him in the process that she and I were just friends. I was thinking all these thoughts and at the same time yearning to see her. Still, he wasnât actually going to come down to the hospital with her, was he?
When Friday arrived, I couldnât concentrate on my therapy all that morning. Since hearing about her visit, the same hopelessness that had accompanied my ambulance ride had edged all my activity. The fairly funny physical therapist who always wore a lab coat even said something after a while. He asked if I had to be somewhere else. Because, he said, he could hurry it up if I did. When I didnât squint in laughter along with him, he became serious and asked if I felt okay. I typed out the gist of the situation. âOh, sorry,â he said. âLet me see you raise your hip twenty more times and weâll call it a day.â
By the time I saw Eleanorâs head peek out from behind the door, I was nauseatedly numb. Will had gone to pick her up at the motel where she was staying. He waited out in the hall with Candy. Eleanorâs boyfriend had stayed back.
âHey, there,â she whispered. In my head, I automatically returned the greeting. But I didnât even have the clicker yetâI was still on the letterboardâand couldnât communicate with her. I suppose I could have, if sheâd offered to use the letterboard, but did I really want that? It would only make things seem that much more different than before. She eased around the door, leaving it cracked, and said softly, âItâs good to see you again.â
I lowered my eyes in response. The constant suck-tick of the machine pumping oxygen into my neck was the only reason she couldnât hear my heart beating.
âThis isnât quite like we planned, is it?â She now spoke in her normal voice and smiled to ease the air. I tried to return the mood. I could see it dawn on her that she was going to be doing all the talking, and I could see her getting uncomfortable because of this.
âI finally heard back from UVM,â she quickly said, her words almost shaking. âI got in. Yay!â She playfully pumped her fist. âAnd my brother got engaged. My dog Samanthaâyou remember, the pugâhad this growth on her