“Grandma,” I said. “What is going on?”
She sat back down in the chair by the window. She put the photograph on top of the yellow envelope in her lap. She folded her hands.
“In a minute, sweetheart.”
“You keep saying that. In a minute. In a minute. Who is that girl in the picture? Whose baby is that? What do you mean, you paid for the window?”
She didn’t answer. She just looked out at the cherry tree.
Her hands were shaking. Just a little. I’d never seen my grandmother’s hands shake. Not when she found Grandpa in the snow. Not when the police officer came to her door the night my father died. Not ever.
The couple across the room was staring at us. So was the young woman on her phone.
Ten minutes passed. They felt like an hour.
Then I heard footsteps. Fast ones. Coming down the hallway.
An older doctor came hurrying around the corner.
He was tall and thin, with a long white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He had thick white hair that needed cutting and a face full of deep lines. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like he was in his mid-seventies. Too old, I thought, to still be working in a hospital.
He was moving fast. Almost running.
Then he came through the doorway of the waiting room. And he saw Grandma.
And he stopped dead.
For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
They just looked at each other. The doctor standing in the doorway, breathing hard. My grandmother sitting in the blue chair by the window with her hands folded on the envelope.
It was the strangest silence I’ve ever been in. It felt like the whole room was holding its breath. Like everything was about to change, and nobody wanted to be the one to move first.
Then the doctor slowly reached up and took off his glasses.
“Mrs. Walker?” he said.
His voice was very quiet.
Grandma nodded.
“Hello, Thomas.”
The doctor’s eyes filled up with tears. He wiped them with the back of his hand.
“Fifty-one years,” he said. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
“You were always a terrible liar.”
He laughed. A short, choked laugh. Then his eyes went down to her lap. To the yellow envelope.
All the color drained out of his face.
“Evelyn,” he said. “Please tell me you didn’t bring the original.”
Grandma lowered her eyes.
“I thought it was time,” she said softly.
The doctor stood there for a long moment. I saw his hand go up to his chest, like something had hurt him there.
Then he turned around. Kayla was standing behind him in the hallway, holding her tablet against her chest, her eyes wide.
“Kayla,” he said. “Call the administrator. Tell Mr. Perkins I need him on the second floor right now.”
“Yes, Dr. Hale.”
“And don’t let anyone move the patient from Room 214. I don’t care who signs what. I don’t care what the family says. Nobody moves her. Not until I say so.”
“But the transport’s scheduled for eight o’clock. Her daughter already signed the transfer papers.”
“I don’t care. Nobody moves her.”
Kayla nodded and ran.
I looked at my grandmother.
“What patient?” I said. “Grandma. What patient? Who’s in Room 214?”
But before she could answer, the doctor turned and looked at me.
Right at me. Like he’d known I was there the whole time. Like he knew exactly who I was.
“Daniel,” he said quietly.
I froze.
I had never seen this man before in my life. I was sure of it. And he knew my name.
“Daniel,” he said again. “There’s something about your family you’ve never been told.”
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