The Wake Trilogy: Gone Part 3
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Janie just looks at Carrie. "My father?"
"They don't think he's going to make it."
10:06 p.m.
Janie falls back into the chair. Numb. No idea how she's supposed to feel about this news. No. Freaking. Clue.
Cabel lifts his hand to pause the conversation. The three sit in the waiting room in silence for a moment, Janie looking blank, Carrie working a piece of gum, Cabel closing his eyes and shaking his head ever so slightly. "Start from the beginning," he says.
Carrie nods. Thinks. "Yeah, so, this afternoon, probably around three o'clock, I heard somebody hollering outside. I ignored it 'cause there's always somebody yelling around our neighborhood, right? And I'm folding laundry on the bed and then through my window I see Janie's mom, which is so weird, because she, like, never goes outside unless she's walking to the gas station or the bus stop to get booze, right? But today she's in her nightgown wandering around the yarda""
Janie flushes and puts her hands to her face. "Oh, G.o.d," she says.
"a"and, uh, she's calling *Janie! Janie!' and then she sort of stumbles and I go running outside to see what's wrong with her. And Dorothea, she's crying and says, *The phone! I gotta go to the hospital,' over and over about twenty times, and I'm calling you and leaving you messages and finally I just drive her here 'cause I don't know what else to do. And it takes us like an hour of sitting in the ER and talking to the receptionist before she's . . . um . . . calmed down and able to explain that she's not sicka"that she got a phone call and she needs to see Henry."
Janie looks up. "Henry?"
"Yeah, Henry Feingold. That's the guy's name."
"Henry Feingold," Janie says. The name sounds empty. It has no meaning to her. It doesn't sound like what she imagined her father's name would be. "How would I even know if that's him? Dorothea," she says, emphasizing each syllable, "never bothered to share any information with me about him."
Carrie nods solemnly. She knows.
And then.
Janie blinks back the tears as she realizes the truth. "He must live nearby if they brought him here. Guess he didn't ever bother to know me, either."
"I'm sorry, hon." Carrie looks at the floor.
Janie stands abruptly and turns to Cabel and Carrie. "I can't believe she ruined our vacation. And I'm so sorry, Carrie, that you wasted your whole day and evening here. You are such a good frienda"please, go on home or to Stu's or whatever."
She turns to Cabel. "Cabe, I'll handle this from here. I'll take the bus home once I collect my mother. Please, guys. Go get some rest." She walks toward the door, hoping Carrie and Cabe will follow so she can usher them out and suffer the embarra.s.sment of all of this in private. Her bottom lip quivers. G.o.d, this is so f.u.c.ked up.
Cabel stands up, and then Carrie stands too. "So," Cabel says to Carrie as they follow Janie to the door. "What's wrong with him? Do you know?"
"Some brain injury or something. I don't know mucha"I heard the doc tell Dorothea that he called 911 and was still conscious until after he got here, but now he won't wake up. They finally let Dorothea in to see him about thirty minutes ago. And Janers," Carrie says, "it was no problem, okay? You'd do the same if my mom needed help. Right?"
Janie's throat tightens and she blinks back the tears. All she can do is nod. When Carrie hugs her, Janie chokes back a sob. "Thanks," Janie whispers in Carrie's hair.
Carrie turns to go. "Call me."
Janie nods again, watching Carrie walk to the elevators. And then she looks at Cabel. "Go," she says.
"No."
He's not going anywhere.
Janie sighs uneasily. Because it's great he's so supportive, but this situation is totally weird. And Janie's not quite sure what to expect.
Some things are really just easier done alone.
It's quiet and the lights are low as Janie and Cabel push through the double doors into the ICU patients' hallway. Janie feels the faint pull of a dream from a distance and she combats it immediately, impatiently. Spies the culprit's room whose door stands ajar and silently curses him. Frustrated she can't ever get away from people's dreams, even when her mind is extremely busy doing other things.
They check in at the nurses' station. Janie clears her throat. "Henry, uh, Fein . . . steia""
"Feingold," Cabel says smoothly.
"Are you family?" the nurse asks. She looks at them suspiciously.
"I, uh," Janie says. "Yeah. He's my . . . father . . . I guess."
The nurse c.o.c.ks her head to the side. "The trick to getting into someone's room is to lie convincingly," she says. "Nice try."
"Ia"I don't want to go into his room. Just tell my mother I'm here, will you? She's in there with him. I'll be in the waiting room." Janie turns around abruptly and Cabel shrugs at the nurse and follows. They march back through the double doors to the waiting room, leaving a puzzled nurse watching them go.
Janie mutters under her breath as she flings herself in a chair. "Feingold. Harvey Feingold."
Cabe glances at her. "Henry."
"Right. Jeez. You'd never guess I work for the cops."
"Which is probably why you're so convincing undercover," Cabel says, grinning.
Janie elbows him automatically. "Well, not anymore. Don't forget you're talking to narc girl." She turns to him. Grabs his hand. Implores. "Cabe, really, you should go. Get some sleep. Go back to Fremont and enjoy the rest of the week. I'm fine here. I can handle this."
Cabel regards Janie and sighs. "I know you can handle it, Janie. You're such a d.a.m.n martyr. It's tiring, really, having this same argument with you every time you've got s.h.i.+t happening. Just let it go. I'm not leaving." He smiles faux-diplomatically.
Janie's jaw drops. "A martyr!"
"Ahh, yeah. Slightly."
"Please. You can't be slightly a martyr. You either are, or you aren't. It's like unique."
Cabel laughs softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. And then he just gazes at her, smiling the crooked smile that Janie remembers from the awkward skateboard days.
But right now, Janie can't seem to smile back.
"Um, about this little adventure," she begins. "This is really mortifying, Cabe. I'm . . . I'm so embarra.s.sed about it, and I have a lot on my mind, and I can hardly stand how nice you are being. I hate that I'm ruining your time too, instead of just my own. So, really, please. It would make me feel better if you'd just, you know . . ." Janie gives him a helpless look.
Cabel blinks.
His forehead crinkles and he looks earnestly at her.
"Ahh," he says. "You really do want me to go home. When you say this is embarra.s.sing, you mean it's embarra.s.sing to you for me to know this stuff too?"
Janie looks at the floor, giving him the answer.
"Oh." Cabel measures his words, stung. "I'm sorry, Janers. I didn't pick up on that." He gets up quickly. Walks to the door. Janie follows him to the hallway by the elevators. "I'll . . . I'll see you around, I guess," he says. "Call me whena"whenever."
"I will," Janie says, staring at the big CELL PHONES MUST BE TURNED OFF sign on the wall. "I'll text you later. This is just really something I'd rather handle alone at the moment, okay? I love you."
"Yeah. Okay. Love you, too." Cabel swivels on his flips and waves an uncertain hand at her. He looks over his shoulder. "Hey? Bus doesn't run between two and five a.m., you know that, right?"
Janie smiles. "I know."
"Don't get sucked into any dreams, okay?"
"Okay. Shh." Janie says, hoping no one else heard that.
Before he can think of anything else, Janie slips back inside the waiting room to sit and think.
Alone.
1:12 a.m.
She dozes in the waiting room chair.
Suddenly feels someone watching her. Startles and sits up, awake.
At least her mother is wearing clothes and not the nightgown Carrie mentioned.
"Hey," Janie says. She stands. Walks over to her mother and stops, feeling awkward. Not sure what to do. Hug? That's what they do on TV. Weirdness.
Dorothea Hannagan is sweating profusely. Shaking. Janie doesn't want to touch her. This whole scene is so foreign it's almost otherworldly.
And then.
Madness.
"Where were you?" Janie's mother crumples and she starts crying. Yelling too loud. "You don't tell me nothing about where you are, you just disappear. That strange girl from next door has to drive me herea"" Her hands are shaking and her s.h.i.+fty eyes dart from the floor back up to Janie's, accusing, angry. "You don't care about your mother now, is that it? You just running around wild with that boy?"
Janie steps back, stunned, not just at the sheer record number of words uttered by her mother in one day, but even more by the tone. "Oh, my G.o.d."
"Don't you talk back to me." Dorothea's shaking hands rip open her ragged vinyl purse and she rifles through it, dumping wrappers and papers onto the waiting room chairs. It becomes painfully obvious that what she's looking for is not there. Dorothea gives up and slumps in a chair.
Janie, standing, watches.
She's shaking a little bit too.
Wondering how to handle this. And why she has to. Haven't you given me enough s.h.i.+t to deal with already? she says to no one. Or maybe to G.o.d. She doesn't know. But she does know one thing. She'll be glad to be away from this mess.
Janie picks up the scattered objects from the waiting room, shoves them into the purse, and takes her mother by the arm. "Come on. You've got some at the house, right?"
Janie tugs Dorothea to her feet. "I said, come on. We have to catch the bus."
"What about your car?" Dorothea asks. "That girl was driving it."
Janie blinks and looks at her mother, dragging her along to the elevator. "Yeah, Ma. I sold it to her months ago, remember?"
"You never tell mea""
"Just . . ." Janie burns. I don't tell you anything? Or you're too drunk to remember? She takes a breath, lets it out slowly. "Just come on. And don't embarra.s.s me."
"Yeah, well don't you embarra.s.s me, either."
"Whatever."
Janie gives a fleeting glance over her shoulder down the hallway where presumably her father lies, dead or alive, Janie doesn't know.
Doesn't really care.
Hopes he hurries up and dies so she doesn't ever have to deal with him. Because from all Janie knows, parents are nothing but trouble.
2:10 a.m.
Dorothea fidgets like a junkie the entire way home on the bus. Janie, frustrated, wards off the dream of a homeless pa.s.senger and is just glad it's a short ride.
When they get home, there on the front step is Janie's suitcase. "d.a.m.n, Cabe," she mutters. "Why do you always have to be so f.u.c.king thoughtful?"
Janie's mother makes a beeline to the kitchen, grabs a bottle of vodka from under the sink, and retreats to her bedroom without a word. Janie lets her go. There will be time tomorrow to figure out what's going on with this Henry person once Dorothea is good and sloshed and halfway reasonable again.
Janie texts Cabel.
Home.
Cabe responds without delay, despite the hour.
Thx baby. Love. See you tomorrow?
Turns off her phone. "Yeah, about that," Janie whispers. She sighs and sets the phone on her bedside table and her suitcase next to it, and falls into bed.
4:24 a.m.
Janie dreams.
There are rocks covering her bedroom floor and a suitcase on her bed. Each rock has something scribbled on it, but Janie can only read the rocks when she picks them up.
She picks one. "HELP ME," it reads. "CABE," reads another.
"DOROTHEA. CRIPPLED. SECRET. BLIND."
When she puts them back on the floor, they grow bigger, heavier. Soon, she knows, she will run out of room on the floor to put the rocks, but she can't stop picking them up, reading them. The floor is crowded, and Janie's having trouble breathing. The rocks are sucking the air from the room.
Finally, Janie sets a rock in the suitcase. It shrinks to the size of a pebble.
Janie slowly, methodically, picks up all the rocks and puts them in the suitcase. The task seems endless. Finally, she picks up the last one, "ISOLATE." Sets it down with the others. It becomes a pebble, and all the other pebbles disappear.
Janie stares at the suitcase. Knows what she has to do.
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