Devil's Waltz Part 27
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"I was there the night it happened."
Her fingers dug into my hand, then loosened. "Well, that's rea.s.suring. . . . Just be careful, okay? As if my saying it makes a difference."
"It does. I promise."
She sighed and put her head on my shoulder. We sat there without talking.
"I'll be careful," I said. "I mean it. Old guys can't afford to be reckless."
"Okay," she said. A moment later: "So that's why you're down. I thought it might be me."
"You? Why?"
She shrugged. "The changes-everything that's happened."
"No way," I said. "You're the bright spot in my life."
She moved closer and rested a hand on my chest. "What you said before-the hospital being gloomy? I've always thought of hospitals that way."
"Western Peds was different, Rob. It used to be . . . vital. Everything mes.h.i.+ng together like this wonderful organic machine."
"I'm sure it was, Alex," she said softly. "But when you get down to it, no matter how vital or caring a hospital is, it's always going to be a place of death, isn't it? Mention the word hospital to me and what comes to my mind is my dad. Lying there, all tubed and punctured and helpless. Mom screaming for the nurse every time he moaned, no one really caring . . . The fact that your place treats kids only makes it worse, as far as I'm concerned. 'Cause what's worse than suffering kids? I never understood how you stayed there as long as you did."
"You build up a sh.e.l.l," I said. "Do your job, let in just enough emotion so you can be useful to your patients. It's like that old toothpaste commercial. The invisible s.h.i.+eld."
"Maybe that's what's really bothering you, coming back after all these years, and your s.h.i.+eld's gone."
"You're probably right." I sounded glum.
"Some shrink I am," she said.
"No, no. It's good talking about it."
She snuggled up against me. "You're sweet to say so, whether it's true or not. And I'm glad you told me what's on your mind. You never used to talk much about your work. The few times I tried, you changed the subject, so I could tell you weren't comfortable with it and I never pushed. I know part of it was confidentiality, but I really wasn't after gory details, Alex. I just wanted to know what you were going through so I could support you. I guess you were protecting me."
"Maybe I was," I said. "But to tell the truth, I never really knew you wanted to hear any of it."
"Why's that?"
"You always seemed more interested in-how can I say this-angles and planes."
She gave a small laugh. "Yeah, you're right. I never was much for touchy-feely. In fact, when we first met, the one thing that I wasn't sure I liked about you was that you were a psychologist. Not that it stopped me from chasing you shamelessly, but it did surprise me-being attracted to a shrink. I didn't know a thing about psychology, never even took a course in college. Probably because of Dad. He was always making comments about crazy psychiatrists, crooked doctors. Going on about how anyone who didn't work with his hands couldn't be trusted. But as I got to know you and saw how serious you were about what you did, I loosened up. Tried to learn-I even read some of your psych books. Did you know that?"
I shook my head.
She smiled. "At night, in the library. I used to sneak in when you were sleeping and I couldn't. Schedules of Reinforcement. Cognitive Theory. Pretty strange stuff for a woodchopper like me."
"I never knew," I said, amazed.
She shrugged. "I was . . . embarra.s.sed. I don't really know why. Not that I was trying to be an expert or anything. Just wanted to be closer to you. I'm sure I didn't send out a clear message . . . not sympathetic enough. I guess what I'm saying is, I hope we can continue this way. Letting each other in a little more."
"Sure we can," I said. "I never found you unsympathetic, just-"
"Preoccupied? Self-obsessed?"
She looked up at me with another chest-tightening smile. Big white upper incisors. The ones I liked to lick.
"Strongly focused," I said. "You're one a them artsy-fartsy creative types. Need intense concentration."
"Strongly focused, huh?"
"Definitely."
She laughed. "We've definitely got a thing for each other, Dr. Delaware. Probably chemical-pheromones or whatever."
"That we do, that we do."
She put her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and thought of her going into the library, reading my books.
"Can we try again?" I said. "Will you come back?"
She tensed hard as bone.
"Yes," she said. "G.o.d, yes."
She sat up, took my face in her hands and kissed it. Scrambled on me, straddling me, her arms down over my shoulders, gripping.
I ran my hands over her back, held her hips, raised myself to her. We fused once more, rocked and rolled together, silent and intent.
Afterward she lay back, panting. I was breathing hard, too, and it took a long time to wind down.
I rolled on my side and wrapped my arms around her. She pressed her belly up against mine, glued herself to me.
We stayed together for a long while. When she started to get restless, the way she always did, and began to pull away, I didn't let her go.
16.
She stayed the night and, as usual, was up early.
What wasn't usual was her sticking around for another hour to drink coffee and read the paper. She sat next to me at the table, one hand on my knee, finis.h.i.+ng the arts section as I skimmed the sports scores. Afterward, we went down to the pond and threw pellets to the fish. The heat had come on early for spring, overpowering the ocean currents, and the air smelled like summer vacation.
Sat.u.r.day, but I felt like working.
She remained at my side. We touched a lot but the signs of her restlessness were beginning: flexing muscles, random glances, minuscule lags in the conversation that only a lover or a paranoiac would have noticed.
I said, "Got a busy one planned?"
"Just a few things to catch up on. How about you?"
"The same. I'm planning to hit the hospital sometime today."
She nodded, put both arms around my waist, and we walked back up to the house, entwined. After she got her purse we descended to the carport.
A new truck was parked next to the Seville. Royal-blue Chevy pickup with a white racing stripe along the side. New car registration sticker on the winds.h.i.+eld.
"Nice," I said. "When'd you get it?"
"Yesterday. The Toyota developed serious engine problems and the estimates I got ranged from one to two thousand, so I thought I'd treat myself."
I walked her to the truck.
She said, "Dad would've liked it. He was always a Chevy man-didn't have much use for anything else. When I drove the other one I sometimes felt he was looking over my shoulder, scowling and telling me Iwo Jima stories."
She got in, put her bag on the pa.s.senger seat, and stuck her face out the window for a kiss.
"Yum," she said. "Let's do it again soon, cutie. What was your name again? Felix? Ajax?"
"Mr. Clean."
"How true," she said, laughing as she sped away.
I paged Stephanie, and the operator came back on the line saying Dr. Eves would call back. I hung up, pulled out my Thomas Guide, and pinpointed Dawn Herbert's address on Lindblade Street. I'd just located it when the phone rang.
"Steph?"
"No, Mile. Am I interrupting something?"
"Just waiting for a callback from the hospital."
"And of course you don't have call-waiting."
"Of course."
Milo gave a long, equine snort that the phone amplified into something thunderous. "Have you had your gas lamps converted to Dr. Edison's miracle wires yet?"
"If G.o.d had wanted man to be electric, he would have given him batteries."
He snort-laughed. "I'm at the Center. Phone me as soon as you're finished with Steph."
He hung up. I waited another ten minutes before Stephanie's call came in.
"Morning, Alex," she said. "What's up?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you."
"Nothing much. I saw her about an hour ago," she said. "She's feeling better-awake, alert, and screaming at the sight of me."
"What's the latest on the hypoglycemia?"
"The metabolic people say there are no metabolic problems, her pancreas has been examined from every possible angle-clean as a whistle-and my Swedish friend and everyone else is back on Munchausen. So I guess I'm back to square one, too."
"How long are you planning to keep her in?"
"Two or three days, then back home if nothing else comes up. I know it's dangerous letting her out, but what can I do, turn the hospital into her foster home? Unless you've got some suggestions."
"None yet."
"You know," she said, "I really let myself go with that sugar thing. Thinking it was real."
"Don't bludgeon yourself. It's a crazy case. How did Cindy and Chip react to the continuing uncertainty?"
"I only saw Cindy. The usual quiet resignation."
Remembering Al Macauley's comment, I said, "Any smiles?"
"Smiles? No. Oh, you mean those s.p.a.cey ones she sometimes gives? No. Not this morning. Alex, I'm worried sick over this. By discharging Ca.s.sie, what am I sentencing her to?"
Having no balm, I offered a Band-Aid. "At least discharging her will give me the chance to make a home visit."
"While you're there, why don't you sneak around and look for hot clues?"
"Such as?"
"Needles in bureau drawers, insulin spansules in the fridge. I'm kidding-no, actually I'm only half-kidding. I'm this close to confronting Cindy, let the chips fall. The next time that little girl gets sick, I just may do it, and if they get mad and go elsewhere, at least I'll know I did everything I could- Oops, that's me on page-Neonatology, one of my preemies. Gotta go, Alex. Call me if you learn anything, okay?"
I phoned Milo back. "Working weekends?"
"Did a trade with Charlie. Sat.u.r.days on in exchange for some flexibility in my moonlighting. How's old Steph?"
"Off organic disease, back on Munchausen. No one can find an organic reason for the hypoglycemia."
"Too bad," he said. "Meantime, I've got the lowdown on Reggie Bottomley, the nurse's bad seed. Guy's been dead for a couple of years. For some reason his name never got off the files. Suicide."
"How?"
"He went into the bathroom, got naked, sat on the toilet, smoked crack, jacked off, then turned his head into bad fruit with a shotgun. Very messy. The Tujunga detective-a gal, actually, named Dunn-said Vicki was home when it happened, watching TV in the next room."
"Jesus."
"Yeah. The two of them had just had some kind of spat over Reggie's dissolute life-style and Reggie stomped off, got his works out of his dresser drawer and the gun, locked himself in the can, and kaboom. Mom heard the shot, couldn't get the door open, tried to use a hatchet and still couldn't do it. The paramedics found her sitting on the floor, crying and screaming for him to please come out, talk it over. They broke the door down and when they saw what he looked like, tried to hold her back. But she got a look at some of it. So that could explain her sour disposition."
"Oh, man," I said. "What a thing to go through. Anything on the family history that led up to the suicide?"
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