“A very good friend of mind is coming. At least, I hope she’s coming. She’s a forensic pathologist who works as a medical examiner. She’s going to help me and look at my granny. I’m thinking that my grandmother might need an autopsy, and the more they push me, the more I think she does. You see, my granny was not at risk for a heart attack. I’m quite confident in that.”

“We didn’t think Herbert was, either. His cardiologist examined him a little over a month before we came. He said he was fine and had a terrific heart and low cholesterol.”

“Why did your husband have a cardiologist?”

“Three years ago he and I took a trip to Africa to see the animals. Both of us had to take a bunch of shots and also an antimalaria medication called mefloquine. Unfortunately, he experienced a side effect where his heart beat irregularly, but it went away by itself.”

“So your husband had a normal heart for all intents and purposes,” Jennifer said. “Well, it was the same with my granny. She had remembered being told that she had had a heart murmur when she was a child, and had always thought there was something wrong with her. I had her seen at the UCLA Med Center by a top cardiologist, and he figured out that she’d apparently had what they call a patent ductus, which embryos need but are supposed to close. Granny’s stayed open but then mostly closed later. She also had some irregularity like your husband, but that was determined to have been caused by a cold remedy and went away. Her heart was perfectly normal, and for her age quite remarkable. With your husband and my granny having cardiac histories like that, it’s enough to make you paranoid.”

“Do you think your friend may be willing to take a look at my Herbert?”

While the waiter took their coffee order and cleared the dishes, the women leaned back and didn’t speak, both rehashing the conversation. When the waiter left, both leaned forward again. Jennifer spoke. “I can certainly ask her if she’d take a look at your husband. She’s a terrific person, and I think a famous medical examiner, both she and her husband. They work together in New York.” She paused. “When did you find out about your husband?”

“That was the most bizarre thing,” Lucinda said. “I had gotten a call, which had awakened me, from a family friend in New York, who’d wanted to convey his condolences about Herbert. The trouble was, at that point I’d not heard anything. I thought Herbert was just fine, like I’d left him some three hours earlier.” Lucinda stopped talking, and her lips quivered as she fought back tears. Finally, she sighed audibly and dried the corners of her eyes. She looked at Jennifer, tried to smile, and apologized.