Harvey sighed. “Just accept what she says without asking a lot of questions. It’s easier that way.”
I could see his point.
Macy joined the conversation, telling us about the mural and the patients she’d seen coming in and out during the day. Sammy lay next to her, as close as he could get without sitting right on her.
It soon became apparent that Harvey had tired himself out and needed to go inside. I started to help him up, which he didn’t appreciate, slapping my hand away. “Leave me alone,” he snapped, “and allow an old man his pride.”
Macy stood beside me and watched as her friend and neighbor walked slowly toward his house. The instant he was out of earshot, she bombarded me with questions.
“Well?” she asked, sounding nearly breathless. “Can you tell what’s making him so weak? He’s sick, isn’t he? I mean, really sick? Were you able to convince him to make a doctor’s appointment? You led into that subtly, I hope.”
“Let’s go inside and talk,” I said, dreading this conversation. I hadn’t been eager to meet Harvey, but to my surprise I liked the old man.
I followed her lead, climbing over the low fence, Sammy by our side, accompanying us every step of the way.
“It’s bad, isn’t it? You don’t need to mince words with me. I just want the truth. Don’t be afraid to tell me.” She was walking backward as we crossed her yard. We entered her small house through the back porch.
I gestured to a chair in the breakfast nook and, once she’d sat down, I pulled out the adjacent chair, turning so that I faced her directly.
She blinked at me. “He’s dying, isn’t he?”
I nodded rather than speak the words aloud.
“We’ve got to do something,” she insisted, half rising out of her chair.
I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. “Macy, he knows he’s dying and it’s all right with him.”
“It isn’t with me!”
“Harvey’s ready to die.”
“He might be, but I’m not ready to lose him.” Big tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
“It’s not really up to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the end of her life, Hannah refused further chemotherapy,” I told her, my voice low and to my embarrassment riddled with remembered pain. “She knew it was useless and asked me to let her die. I wanted to keep her with me as long as I could, but that would’ve been selfish. I had to accede to her wishes. Harvey is asking the same of you.”
Macy sniffled and the cats gathered around her feet as if to offer comfort. Sammy stood guard and eyed me, his message clear—if I made one wrong move I’d pay.
“I’m sorry,” I said and instinctively put my arms around her. Then for reasons I may never understand, I bent down, moving my head toward hers, and sought out her lips. We kissed. This wasn’t a peck on the cheek or the friendly kiss I’d exchanged with Winter and Leanne. This was a Kiss with a capital K, a real kiss that shocked me to the very marrow of my bones.
We broke apart as if we’d suddenly realized what we were doing. Macy looked, if anything, even more unsettled than I felt.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” She couldn’t possibly be thanking me for the kiss.
“For spending time with Harvey and for telling me about Hannah’s request.”
“Sure,” I said, striving for levity. “Happy to help.”
I left shortly afterward, confused about what had made me kiss Macy and, more importantly, why I’d enjoyed it so much.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I didn’t sleep well that night. I wasn’t surprised when Macy didn’t show up on Thursday. By her own admission she wasn’t good at completing projects. But this mysterious absence was due to more than that. I knew it in my gut, the same way I knew the kiss we shared was special.
“Have you heard from Macy today?” I asked Linda. I didn’t want to say too much but I was curious. She might have called with a plausible excuse that Linda hadn’t bothered to pass on.
“No. You mean you haven’t, either?” Linda’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You didn’t say anything to upset her, did you?”
“Me?” I asked. I shot Linda a hard look, but not because I was angry. I might be her employer, but every so often she slipped into the role of substitute mother. I was astonished at how willing Linda was to come to Macy’s defense. I tried to minimize my interest by saying in a calmer voice, “I’m sure Macy will be in later this afternoon. If not, she’ll be here tomorrow.”
“I’m sure she will,” Linda said, then added, “We just love her.”
I looked to my trusted nurse for an explanation. I didn’t quite understand how this had happened. Had they all fallen for Macy? In less than two weeks?
Linda’s mouth quirked with the beginnings of a smile.
“Well, first, I don’t suppose you’ve noticed, but she chats with all the children before and after their visits.”
Linda was right; I hadn’t noticed.
“It’s like watching you with the kids. They take to Macy immediately.”
That made sense now that she’d mentioned it. As I’d observed before, Macy was like a child in her whimsies and enthusiasms. “What does she talk to them about?”
“All sorts of things. With the Branson boy, she showed him the lion hiding in the grass, and with the Farinelli girl she chatted about hair clips. She and Ellen Roche discussed dogs at great length. The children relax and laugh, and it makes their visits here less stressful. I haven’t figured Macy out, but I like her.”
I liked her, too, and it was starting to concern me.
“She’s funny. And generous.” Apparently, Linda wasn’t finished singing Macy’s praises. “The other morning she brought in homemade granola bars for everyone. Did you try one?” When I shook my head, she went on. “Too bad. Anyway, Macy said the recipe began as a treat for her bird feeder and she just kept throwing stuff in. It tasted so good, she turned it into granola bars and bought birdseed for the feeder.”
I grinned, although I was determined not to let Linda—or anyone else—know what was happening between Macy and me. Not that anything was happening. But I’d actually kissed a woman I professed to dislike. To complicate the situation, I hadn’t stopped thinking about that kiss. Correction, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. An even bigger mystery was the fact that it had felt so…I’ll admit it—kissing Macy felt right. Everything about the two of us together was so wrong, it simply hadn’t occurred to me that I’d enjoy holding her in my arms. Kissing her…
The rest of the day I felt a sense of expectation. No one needed to spell out what caused this feeling. I was waiting for Macy, and that just plain annoyed me.
She never did show up.
Friday morning I arrived at the gym in a bad mood. It didn’t take Ritchie long to comment.
“What’s with you, man?”
I mumbled something noncommittal about lack of sleep, which was true enough. I did my regular three-mile jog on the treadmill, speeding up the pace so I finished a minute earlier than usual.
I was in the shower by the time Ritchie appeared in the change room. He made some remark I didn’t catch and I ignored him. To my surprise he was smiling when we met at the lockers. I’d assumed he’d give me a wide berth, which was what I wanted. Instead, he was chortling away, acting as if he knew something I didn’t.
“I’ve seen that look before,” Ritchie said.
“What look?” I asked, letting my impatience show.
“The one you’re wearing. You’ve got a woman on your mind, and I’ll bet I know who it is.”
I could see there was no use trying to keep this to myself, so I blurted it out. “I kissed Macy.”
My brother-in-law hooted. “I knew it.” He aimed his index finger at me. “Didn’t I say so? Didn’t I tell you that you’ve got a thing for her? Would you admit it? Oh, no, not you. Not the great Dr. E.”
??
?You haven’t even met her,” I reminded him.
“True.”
“Then how can you claim you’ve known all along that I have this so-called thing for her?”
“Easy,” Ritchie said, opening his locker door and turning his back to me. “You talk about her constantly.”
“Because she irritates me.”
Ritchie threw me a knowing look over his shoulder. “Irritates you enough to kiss her.”
True. But I’d rather not discuss it anymore.
“So, you kissed her,” Ritchie went on. “Why is that such a big deal?”
“This was a real kiss,” I muttered. “Not a friendly little peck on the cheek.”
“In other words, you sucked face.”
I cast him a pained look. “How old are you? Fourteen?”
Ritchie shrugged off my censure. “Why are you so shaken up? You kissed her. You’ve kissed other women since Hannah died. Right?”
I sat down on the bench and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Those weren’t real kisses. That kiss with Macy was hot.” I paused for a moment, trying to explain. “I always thought I’d feel guilty if I ever kissed another woman. Really kissed her, I mean.”
“And you didn’t?”
“No, and that bothers me.” There was a whole lot that bothered me about that kiss. The fact that I wasn’t consumed by guilt was merely the first of a long list.
“You want to feel guilty?” Ritchie demanded. “Do you think Hannah’s looking down on you in disapproval? Is that it?”
“No.” I shook my head for emphasis. “I don’t know what I feel.” That was a big part of the problem. What I’d expected to feel was regret and it hadn’t happened.
“I guessed all along that Macy was the one,” he crowed again.
“She isn’t.” I stood and reached for my jacket. I was sorry I’d said anything because Ritchie just wouldn’t drop it.
“You enjoyed kissing her, didn’t you?”
I could feel it coming. I decided then and there not to answer.
“Kissing her has you all twisted up inside and now you’re confused.”
He got that right. I was more than confused, I was completely bewildered by what had taken place between Macy and me. “I’m not even sure I like her,” I said.
“Oh, you like her,” Ritchie insisted in that annoying way of his.
I refuse to believe I’m that easily read. Ritchie’s my closest friend, but there are times he can be a real pain in the butt.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” Ritchie asked as we left the gym.
Today was Friday, when I used to volunteer at the free medical clinic until the incident with Shamika and her abuser. A replacement had been found and in some ways that was probably best.
“I’m going to call Leanne,” I said, and instantly felt relieved at having made a decision. No, at having made that decision. We were supposed to talk about seeing a movie this weekend, anyway.
Ritchie scratched his chin. “Leanne?” he repeated.
“Not Macy.”
“Definitely not Macy.” I needed time to clear my head and half hoped she wouldn’t be at the office today, either. Uncharacteristically, Ritchie refrained from launching into another series of questions and comments.
“See you Monday,” he said once we were outside. He began walking toward his office.
“Catch up with you then.” I took off in the opposite direction.
I hoofed it the few blocks to my office building and glared at Larry the security guard as I went in. I wanted him to know I didn’t appreciate the fact that he’d let Macy into the clinic before office hours. With everyone else Larry was inflexible; with Macy he’d been prepared to bend the rules. As far as I was concerned, Macy got her own way far too often. She wouldn’t with me again.
Just as I’d feared, she was at the clinic when I got there. She had her earphones plugged in and if she noticed my arrival she gave no indication. That suited me; the less contact I had with her the better.
“What time did Macy deign to show up?” I asked Linda.
“About ten minutes ago. What makes you ask?”
I wasn’t accustomed to having Linda question my questions. “Nothing,” I murmured and hurried toward my office where I put on my white jacket and slipped the stethoscope around my neck before going to the first exam room. By noon it was apparent that Macy had made substantial progress on the mural. The sketch was completely finished now and she’d started painting. The colors she’d chosen were bright and bold, acrylics rather than oils. The entire office seemed enthralled with her work, judging by all the chatter about what a wonderful job she was doing. I should’ve been pleased but in my present frame of mind, I was only interested in finding fault with her. She was impeding me, not physically, but emotionally. Having her so close made me uncomfortable.
I wanted her out of my proximity and, even more, out of my head. What troubled me most was how much I thought about that kiss and the way it’d made me feel alive again. I couldn’t get past the idea that, regardless of what Hannah had said in her letter, I didn’t have any right to feel like that. Alive, when Hannah wasn’t.
Every time I fantasized about kissing Macy again, I felt as if I was losing control of who I was. I hated that sensation and I wanted to shake it off.
At lunchtime, I left my office door open and reached for the phone. I knew Macy was within earshot because she was sitting with Linda. The other staff members had gathered around her like those jungle creatures she’d painted converging at a water hole. I could hear their banter and high spirits.
I usually close my office door during our lunch break. I value the peace and use that hour to make phone calls, many of which have to be done in private. However, I wanted, needed, Macy to hear me talking to Leanne. I got hold of Leanne on her cell phone.
“Hello, Michael,” she said, and the welcome in her voice felt like a soothing balm.
“How have you been?”
“I’m doing well, and you?”
“I’m fine,” I said, wondering how long we’d carry on this mundane conversation.
“I was going to call you,” she said. “About the movie. Sorry I haven’t gotten around to it. But I do want to go. Would you rather we went on Saturday or Sunday?”
“What about this evening? Are you free?”
“Sure,” Leanne said. “Do you still want to see an action film? There’s that new Tarantino. I’ll cover my eyes during the violent parts.”
“Sounds like it’s not the kind of movie you’re fond of.”
She hesitated. “The truth is, I don’t think I’d be good company at any movie. I’ve been depressed for the past couple of days. I told you Mark’s in Afghanistan? He just got there. His mother gave me his e-mail address and I wrote to him. He…blocked my name so anything I send him will be automatically returned.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly the way I felt.”
“Did you find out what he’s doing there?”
“He…he’s working as a helicopter mechanic for one of the big contractors there. A friend of his got him on.”
“A helicopter mechanic?” That seemed odd, since Mark was an accountant.
“He worked on helicopters when he was in the army. Then, later, after he finished his tour of duty, he went into accounting and became a CPA. We met while he was taking classes and got married a year later.”
Of course, it made sense that he couldn’t continue as a CPA with embezzling charges against him.
“Muriel—that’s his mother—said he took the job because it’s so lucrative and he’ll be able to pay off the hospital and the fine—but this is a war zone. I’m worried about him. Maybe I shouldn’t be…but I can’t help it.”
In similar circumstances, I’d be worried, too. “I’m sorry, Leanne.”
“I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Let me take your mind off Mark,” I said. “Let’s go out for dinner,” I sugges
ted. “I owe you a meal.”
“Oh, Michael, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I’d like to take you to dinner,” I said. “How about if we meet after work, have dinner and look over the movies?
We’ll make a decision together.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
I appreciated her willingness. Partly because I figured Macy, not to mention Linda, was listening, I went on to talk about the meal she’d prepared for me. “I really enjoyed having an honest-to-goodness home-cooked dinner,” I said.
I must have overdone it; the next thing I knew, Linda was standing outside my office, closing the door.
“Having you over gave me a good excuse to turn on the oven,” Leanne said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m still dining on the leftovers. This recipe freezes well. I should’ve sent some home with you.”
“That wasn’t necessary.” I could feel how red my face was. In my awkward attempt to send a message to Macy, I’d embarrassed myself in front of my entire staff. I’d also taken advantage of Leanne’s friendship. I was ashamed of myself and wanted to blame Macy; however, I was the one at fault and I knew it.
Fifteen minutes later I stepped out of the office ready to meet my first patient of the afternoon. Linda handed over the file and stared at me accusingly.
I met her look straight on. “You have something you want to say?” I asked.
“Macy left.”
I glanced behind her and noticed that the wall was only about a quarter finished. “And your point is?”
“My point is,” she said stiffly, “she got your message.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pride wouldn’t let me own up to my poorly disguised scheme. Linda didn’t answer. She scowled at me and shook her head. I wasn’t having a good day and being rebuked by someone I respected made me feel worse than ever. I was still astonished by how completely Macy had won over Linda—and not just Linda, either. There was everyone on my staff and the security guard, and Ritchie championed her, too. The woman appeared to have magical powers. Which was fitting, I thought wryly, considering her fairy-tale house.