Contents ( 42)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- September
- The Notice
- Flock
- Carry Tiger
- An Act of Love
- Facing Up
- Talking Heads
- Rigmarole
- Memory Vault
- Irresolutus
- Escape
- October
- Stories, First-Hand
- A Normal Life
- Backroom at Cassie’s
- Wall at Your Back
- November
- Remember, Remember
- A Small Party
- Ways of Listening
- Keeping Vigil
- Changes
- The Floodgates
- December
- A Foot Steps
- Desperate Measures
- On His Watch
- Being Present
- Ways of Seeing
- Seeking Balance
- The Company
- Solidarity
- May
- The Wedding
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Frances Itani
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
What a measure of humanity we are, Tom said to himself, taking Sybil’s thin hand in his own, understanding the situation. Or thinking he did.
“Here,” he said, “let me take the end. It’ll be easier with two.”
Addie acquiesced.
“I’m filling in time while I wait for my passenger,” he told her. “One of the residents”—he almost said “inmates”—“from the Haven. He won’t be finished treatment for a while. Maybe, if you’re free, we can have a cup of tea? Tim Hortons is on this level. Well, you’ll know where it is.”
Addie nodded, her cheeks flushed. “I’d welcome a cup of tea before heading home. I took the day off so I could spend the morning with Sybil. An x-ray was scheduled, and we—her family and I—try to be here most of the time. Sybil likes to have someone she knows with her. Her sister-in-law is already here to relieve me for the afternoon, though. She just sent a text from upstairs. If you want to go ahead and order the tea, I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Sybil had been taking in the conversation, but when the elevator doors opened, she closed her eyes and submitted to being pushed about.
Tom left the two of them in the doorway of her private room and went back downstairs. He didn’t have long to wait. He’d secured a table for two in the corner, and Addie soon joined him, looking almost as weary as her friend.
“Go ahead and ask,” she said, and slid into her chair.
“There’s nothing to ask,” said Tom. “I’m sorry. Sorry to see your friend so very ill.”
“She won’t last much longer,” said Addie. “That’s why I took the day off; I’m not really here because of the x-ray. Fortunately, the weekend is coming up. When I come back tomorrow I can stay overnight, maybe two nights. But I have to return home this afternoon. I’ll check in at work and then pack a bag so I can cover the night shift for the weekend. Give the family a break. Until. Well, until.”
“If you want me to drive you anywhere—if you don’t feel like driving yourself—just say the word.”
She shook her head. “I’ll let the company know when I’m able, Tom. But I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we met in the hall. Thank you for not questioning me.”
“Addie, there’s no reason to explain.” Tom patted her arm and started talking to her about driving Dave. He told her about Dave’s easy banter on the trip to Greenley. About walking around the hospital grounds. About the overheard argument between the two boys. He filled up the space while Addie gathered herself, and he could see that she was grateful. After that, they were silent for a bit, sipping at their tea.
Tom was going back to the counter to order a bagel with cheese and asked Addie what she wanted.
“I am a bit hungry. Maybe a bowl of soup? Here, let me give you the money.”