out.â
âYouâre crazy!â
âBill!â cried Babette. âWe can go back to Boca!â
âNo, no,â Orville said. âIâm not taking over. Iâm helping out. Part-time. Some days, some nights, some weekends. We do it together.â
âWait a second,â Bill said, his fingers drumming what sounded like a foxtrot on the yellow formica, clearly upset at this news. âYou doinâ this under duress?â
âYup. A lot of duress. You bet.â
âSo it ainât your choice?â
âNope. Like you said, Iâm crazy.â
âWell, that makes sense.â He smiled. âOne thing Iâve learned is, is that whenever you think youâre choosinâ things based on the facts, ten years later you look back and see you didnât know shit from Shinola about what was really going on in the world and in your life to push you to think
you
were choosinâ things one way or another.â He took a deep drag on the Camel and blew it back out contentedly. âStay, leave, what the hell difference does it make anyway? You get that nice Chrysler, though, and a helluva lotta cash.â
âAnd the house.â
âYâknow, Orvy, they say that house has ghosts.â
âGhosts would be an improvement.â
Bill laughed. âMaybe weâll have a little fun. Like we used to?â
âMaybe,â Orville said glumly, âand maybe not.â
âHear that, Babs? Same old card. A joker.â He chuckled. âOkay, partner, youâve got yourself a deal.â
The two shook hands. Orville started walking away.
âDr. Rose?â
âDr. Starbuck?â
âSon,â he said, choked up. âFor me, this is a dream come true.â
· 6 ·
Seven weeks later, Orville was in the emergency room tending to a Columbian garbageman who had fallen into the business end of his truck and had seen the bottom half of his body compacted to the thinness of a door. The man was going to die and, horribly, knew it. His screams and curses filled the small circle of cubicles. No one wanted to go near him. The only way Orville could deal with it was to shift into âDistanced Doctorâ mode and go into the room periodically to push morphine.
It was the morning of October 12, a day of singular importance to ColumbiansâColumbus Day. The parade, filled with pomp and trepidation, was to start soon. Orville had promised Amy that he would take her. He was trying to finish up fast and make a smooth handoff of patients to Bill so he could run up to Pennyâs ranch to pick up his niece.
He was coming out of the garbagemanâs room for what he hoped was the last time when he got an urgent call at the nursing station.
â
Caro!
â
âCelestina?â
â
Sì, sì,
Celestina.â
â
Cara!
â Screams interrupted. âIâm in the emergency. You have to shout.â
âWhat?â
âShout!â he shouted.
In the six weeks that she had been on retreat, they had spoken often. Their love was still intense. More intense, even, for their physical absence and their passionate phone calls.
âThe retreat was
fantastico
and I have one favor to ask,
caro.
â
âWhat is that?â
âI need two more weeks.â
â
What?
â His heart did a flip-flop and started to sink. âWhy?â
As best he could hear, she was saying that the retreat had gone so well that the participants were revved up to try and set up an all-European
sangha,
or Buddhist community. Something about a Swiss banker from Zug who owned half an elephant in Nepal and had wandered into the Piazza Navona retreat by mistake (the banker not the elephant), stayed, had his eyes opened, and, now in a kind of dazed philanthropic state, was talking about helping finance the ongoing endeavor, and would Orville mind terribly if she delayed her arrival in Columbia for two weeks?
âGive me a