Cheating at Solitaire

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  "She broke her leg while climbing out of the bathtub. I told you that on the phone. "

  "No, Mother, I want the whole story. "

  Madelyn looked down at her hands as if trying to find the balance between honesty and gossip. "Shes an old woman, Julia. Were not even sure how old. She tells everyone shes eighty-six, but you can only stay eight-six for so long. I know a fact shes over ninety. "

  Julia stole a glance back at Ro-Ro through the slim window in the door.

  "Legs dont mend too well when youre over ninety," Madelyn went on. "Plus, she was in the bathroom when the maid found her. " Madelyn grew nervous. She looked around to make sure no one could hear. "She was naked," Madelyn whispered, emphasizing the scandalous word at the sentences end. "Im surprised she hasnt had those poor paramedics eyes gouged out yet. Thats where your father is right now, meeting with the hospital heads, trying to save those poor boys jobs. "

  Julia couldnt help herself. She laughed out loud.

  "Julia!" her mother cried in disgrace. "Of course they covered her up before they brought her outside. But with her leg being in such bad shape, they werent able to, you know, put on any underwear," she whispered. "Ro-Ros going commando?"

  Madelyn waved at her eldest daughter, dismissing her completely as she returned to Rosemarys room, closing the door on Julia and her laughter.

  "I guess you heard about the commando thing?" a voice came from behind, and Julia turned to see her sister. Julia used the back of her hands to wipe her eyes as she remembered that she was in a hospital.

  "Im a terrible person," Julia admitted.

  "I laughed, too," Caroline soothed. "It just didnt hit me until I was on the elevator. "

  "What are you doing with that?" Julia asked, pointing to the laptop computer that Caroline was carrying.

  Caroline sighed. "Now that Ro-Ro has come face-to-face with her own mortality, its more urgent than ever that we—"

  "Finish the memoirs?" Julia guessed.

  Caroline nodded. "Chapter fifteen, the Cairo years. At least it cant go on much longer. "

  "Oh, I dont know about that. Theres a lot to cover yet. Mom swears shes over ninety. "

  "I thought she was eighty-six," Caroline protested.

  "Yeah, and she has been for a while now. "

  Lance came out of Ro-Ros room and quickly shut the door behind him. He joined Julia and Caroline, and Julia thought she had seen mangled lion tamers on the Discovery Channel who looked better.

  "I dont care how many drugs shes on," he said. "Someone needs to up the dosage. "

  "If it makes you feel any better, shes not wearing panties," Caroline told him.

  A look of revulsion crossed his face. "I can honestly say that doesnt help. "

  "Caroline? Caroline?" Madelyn came running out of the room, then stopped short. "There you are! Shes just remembered a joke she heard a sheikh tell at an embassy party. Bring the computer quick before she forgets the punchline. "

  With a roll of her eyes, Caroline followed Madelyn and disappeared into Ro-Ros room.

  Coming to visit an old friend in the hospital was a major social undertaking. After all, the Georgias were all wearing hats and carrying coordinating purses when they got off the elevator. Georgia A. was wearing a royal blue suit with a high-collared white blouse—not black, the color of mourning, but a somber, respectful choice just the same. Miss Georgia had gambled with her ensemble, daring to wear pants. Georgia B. was gun-metal gray from head to toe and looked like a cement truck.

  Seeing Lance and Julia, they bolted forward. "Darling, how is she?" Georgia B. wanted to know.

  Before Julia could answer, Georgia A. cut in, "I was there when the ambulance came. And when I saw them wheel her out, oh, it just broke my heart. Broke my heart in two. "

  "Im sure it was very upsetting," Julia said.

  "Oh, in-deed," Georgia A. said, drawing the word out.

  "Shes going to fire that maid, you know," Miss Georgia chimed. "I know I would. She didnt even dry Rosemarys hair before they loaded her in the ambulance—very uncouth. "

  Someone should tell her about the panties, Lance thought.

  "Well, everyones talking about it," Georgia A. said. "The news should really run something—after all Rosemarys done. "

  "Maybe I should call Channel Eight?" Miss Georgia offered.

  "Of course, the club should be notified," Georgia A. said.

  "Lets make a list, and—"

  "Ladies," Julia cut them off. "Shes fine. You can go see her if youd like. "

  "Thank you, dear," Georgia B. said, laying a soft hand on Julias arm. "Its nice she has family. "

  Georgia A. and Miss Georgia nodded their agreement, then they moved slowly down the hall and disappeared.

  Lance settled himself in one of the chairs with a copy of Sports Illustrated that was six months out-of-date.

  "Are you good here?" Julia asked him. "Because I should probably . . . "

  He studied her, waiting for her to finish, and when she didnt, he just shooed her away with the magazine. "Go. Have fun," he mocked.

  Julia rolled her eyes at him and headed toward Ro-Ros room.

  A doctor was in there now. Julia pushed the door against his long, white coat, prompting him to step forward and allow her to slide inside. Between Ro-Ro, the three Georgias, Caroline and her computer, Madelyn, and the doctor, the room was more than a little crowded.

  "Julia, dear," Madelyn rushed to make introductions. "This is Dr. Tompkins. Hes the Chief of Staff. Hes just been in to check Rosemarys vital signs. "

  The Chief of Staff, Julia thought. So theres at least one benefit to having your name on the side of the building.

  "Very nice to meet you," Julia said, offering the doctor her hand.

  "As I was telling your mother, young lady—"

  "Hump!" Ro-Ro decreed from the bed. "Walter, she is no spring chicken. "

  An embarrassed look flashed across Dr. Tompkinss face. Julia hurried to wave his worries away and then prompted, "You were saying, Doctor . . . "

  "Yes. It seems your aunt is a very lucky lady. "

  Another grunt from Ro-Ro. "Luck, you say, Walter? Luck, has . . . " Ro-Ros voice trailed off, then she snapped, "Evelyn, what are you doing?"

  Every eye turned to Miss Georgia.

  She was leaning over Ro-Ro, a curling iron in her hands.

  "Well. " Miss Georgia sounded guilty, as if shed just been caught pinching a little of Ro-Ros morphine for herself. "Rosemary, if I could just give you a little shape on the top, I know youd feel much better. " She looked to Georgia A. and Georgia B. for support, and they nodded in agreement.

  As if on cue, Dr. Tompkins added, "The office of community relations did ask if you might consent to a photo, Mrs. Willis. " Photo! Ro-Ro came to full attention. "After all, it isnt every day we get to treat our favorite patron," he finished with a fund-raisers grin.

  Ro-Ro surveyed the room. Julia thought she could see joy behind the old womans scowl as she did the mental calculations, knowing she might get drugs, flowers, and press coverage all in the same day. "I suppose," Ro-Ro said slowly, "that if it will benefit the hospital, I might allow a few tasteful photos. "

  With that, Julia heard a familiar "thunk" as Miss Georgias bag overturned, and Ro-Ro was lost in a whirlwind of Aqua Net and false eyelashes.

  Every few minutes, Ro-Ro would mutter, "Evelyn, this is preposterous. " But she still managed to pout, suck in her cheeks, and rub her lips together whenever Miss Georgia told her to.

  Waiting for the elevator in the glass atrium that led to the rooftop garden, Lance readjusted his grip on the handles of Ro-Ros wheelchair. Since shed already succeeded in making two nurses and a photographer cry, none of the orderlies would push her. She hummed and grinned to herself in the sunshine. By Ro-Ros standards, it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

  Julia, Madelyn, and the rest of Ro-Ros posse were still examining the flowers on the roof—an amazin
g sight, Lance had to admit, and one he hated to leave in order to return the old woman to her room. But shed insisted, and when Ro-Ro insists . . .

  "Young man, when you go back to New York—which you will—you must visit Marjorie VanGundy. She was an acting coach, one of the greats. Mention my name and shell see to you. "

  The doors slid open, and Lance eased her into the elevator, but all he could think was, What does she mean by "which you will"?

  He pushed the button, and they began their descent.

  "Come stand where I can see you," she demanded. He complied. "Youre too tall. Lean down. " He squatted. "There. Thats better," she said, but Lance didnt agree, since he was starting to lose feeling in his calves.

  "Do you know why I married my four husbands?" she asked.

  A proper guess would have been, "Because you loved them," but Lance felt that was too easy, so instead he shook his head and said, "No. "

  "When I was young, you had to be married to have freedom. It may sound silly to you, but its true. My husbands and I traveled the world; we met interesting people, we had fascinating lives. A single woman could not have done that in my time. But"—Ro-Ro cocked her head—"times have changed.

  An independent woman today, a woman like my niece, for example, would have other options. Do you understand what Im saying?"

  "Yes, maam," he said, meaning it.

  "I know my niece well," Ro-Ro said. "Were very much alike. She has a good life, an independent life. I dont imagine that she has any reason to change it. "

  There was a ding, and Lance felt the doors slide open. He stood and began to push the chair into the corridor. "Yes," Ro-Ro carried on, but her tone was decidedly different. "Marjorie VanGundy might do wonderful things for you. But only if you mention my name. "

  Julia found her mother flipping through a magazine in the waiting area down the hall from Ro-Ros door. She sat down beside her, handed her a cup of coffee, and asked, "Is Daddy back yet?"

  Madelyn closed the magazine. "He left. Didnt Lance tell you?" "No. "

  "Oh, honey, they left. " "They?"

  "Your father and Lance. Didnt Lance tell you he was leaving?"

  Julia saw the packed bag sitting by the fireplace. And there was Lance, sitting beside it.

  "The cabs gonna be here soon," he said, standing up.

  Julia allowed the door to slam closed behind her. She dropped her keys on a table and acted cool as she slid out of her coat and asked, "A cab? All the way out here?"

  "Its really a shuttle, I guess. "

  "Oh. And your flight?"

  "Theres a six oclock to Dallas. I can connect and be in New York by midnight. " Lance took a step toward her.

  "Were you going to say good-bye?"

  "I was going to call you from the airport. "

  "Glad I made it back in time then," she said with a touch of sarcasm. She held out a hand. "It was nice knowing you. Good luck. "