Catherine didn’t say anything else. She just turned around and walked down the hallway. She stopped in front of a door with a little plastic number on it.
She stood there with her hand on the door handle for a long time. Then she looked back at us.
“Come on,” she said. Her voice was rough. “All of you. Before I change my mind.”
The room was small. Smaller than I expected.
There was a hospital bed with the head raised up. An IV pole with a bag dripping slowly. A heart monitor beeping softly. A chair. A sink. A little bedside table with a plastic pitcher of water and a cup with a bendy straw.
And on the back wall, right across from the bed, there was a little square window.
Two feet by two feet. Looking out at the courtyard. At the bare cherry tree, its branches black and shiny in the rain.
My grandmother’s window.
In the bed, there was a woman.
She was very small. So thin that she barely made a shape under the white blankets. Her hair was short and gray and thin. Her skin was pale and yellowish. There were dark circles under her eyes.
She was looking at the window.
She didn’t turn around when we came in. She just kept looking out at the cherry tree.
“Mom?” Catherine said softly.
“Is it still raining, honey?” The woman’s voice was a whisper. Soft and raspy. “I can’t tell. My eyes aren’t so good anymore.”
“It’s still raining, Mom.”
“The tree’s going to bloom soon. It always blooms in April. I hope I get to see it one more time.”
“Mom,” Catherine said. Her voice cracked. “There’s someone here to see you.”
The woman sighed.
“I don’t want any more doctors, Catherine. I’m so tired.”
“It’s not a doctor.”
Grandma stepped forward. She walked slowly around the end of the bed until she was standing between Ruth and the window.
“Hello, Ruth,” she said.
Ruth looked up at her.
For a long time, nothing happened. Ruth just stared, blinking slowly, like she was trying to see through fog.
Then her eyes went wide.
“Evelyn?” she whispered.
“It’s me.”
Ruth’s hand came out from under the blankets. It was so thin I could see every bone. It was shaking. Grandma took it in both of hers.
“You came,” Ruth said. “You came back.”
“I should have come a long time ago,” Grandma said. “I’m so sorry, Ruth.”
“You put me in the window,” Ruth whispered. “Do you remember? You let me hold him. Nobody else would. You let me hold him.”
“I remember.”
Ruth started to cry. Not loud. She didn’t have the strength for loud. Just tears, running down the sides of her face into her thin gray hair.
“Is he…” She swallowed. “Thomas told me. Years ago. About the accident. Is it true? Is my boy really gone?”
Grandma’s face crumpled.
“Yes, honey,” she said. “He’s gone. I’m so sorry.”
Ruth closed her eyes.
“I knew,” she whispered. “I knew. I stood across the street. I watched them carry him out. I just kept hoping somebody had made a mistake.”
Grandma stroked her hand.
“But he left something behind, Ruth,” she said. “Somebody I wanted you to meet.”
She turned around and looked at me.
I was still standing just inside the doorway. I couldn’t move. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else.
“Come here, Daniel,” Grandma said.
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