mood while she was fishing for clues. âThe sheriff has to operate under that premise. Iâm sure thatâs what Jonathan was saying.â She flashed her eyes at him. âJust out of curiosity, do you still own the Buick? What was that, a light blue Lucerne?â
Dolly focused back on William. She took hold of his hand and held it in hers. âYes. We had OnStar too. It should be easy to track.â
âDo you want us to help you with that?â
âYouâre being a dear, Francine. I canât concentrate on anything but William. Yes, it would help. What do you need?â
âThe license plate number and the keys. If we can find the car, we should be able to retrieve it for you.â
Dolly indicated a small table on the other side of Williamâs bed where a knock-off Vera Bradley purse tote lay open. âThe keys are in my purse. Let me get it for you.â
Francine was thinking that the bright orange and pink paisley pattern was one she would never be seen carrying when her eyes spotted something else inside the purse: a small vial, similar to the one Jonathan had pulled out of Williamâs pocket. This one, too, had a cork stopper on it. Francine couldnât tell whether it was full or empty, not without picking it up.
Dolly reached the purse and found the key to Williamâs car. âHere it is. I put a light blue dot on the key. It was easy to remember that way.â She looped the handles of the purse over each other so it was no longer easy to see inside.
âThanks,â Francine said, taking the key from her. âDidnât the Buick have a vanity license plate number?â
âIt still does. âWRM MMIES.â He thinks it advertises the retirement community, but I think it could also be âWorm Mummiesâ.â She smiled at Francine, but Francine could see the pain in it. âEverything closer to âWarm Memoriesâ was already taken.â
Francine eased into a second visitor chair, identical to the one Jonathan was in. It was simple in designâa cube on legsâbut upholstered in a rust pattern and comfortable to sit in. She noted how hospitals had changed over the years that sheâd been a nurse. Rooms used to feel cold and sterile. Now hospitals tried for a hotel feel. She patted the other chair in the room, which was next to her. âLetâs sit for a while.â The gesture was genuine even if she felt a little strange doing it.
Dolly left Williamâs side. She plopped into the chair by Francine, but she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees as though she would lurch out of the seat any moment. âThanks. My sister is coming up from Memphis to stay with me, but she wonât be here for another couple of hours.â
Francine couldnât remember ever meeting Dollyâs sister, though it probably would have been at Williamâs wedding and that was decades ago. âIâm glad to know sheâs coming. So, how are things going at the retirement homes? You and William are certainly the king and queen of the elderly set, at least in western Indiana.â
She half shrugged. âBusiness is okay, although the rules change constantly. The government is giving a lot of financial support to encourage folks to stay in their homes and get end-of -life care. William says we have to adapt by offering different services. Heâs so business savvy. I could never do this by myself. Heâs got to recover.â
âIâm sure he will.â Francine caught Jonathanâs eye and tried to implore him to help the conversation.
Jonathan steepled his fingers. âWhat are you doing now, Dolly? Are you managing any of the properties?â
âOne of the Terre Haute properties, and also the one in Clinton. Theyâre good, both profitable. Iâm also responsible for all the memory care units. The one in Rockville is full and we have a waiting list.â Dolly concentrated on the