hair, as if he needed to make sure his own brain was still under there someplace.
âItâs okay, Frank,â Mimi said. Then, to Tinkerbell, âHeâs my son.â
âOh.â Tinkerbellâs eyes flicked from Mimi to Frank to me. âI thoughtâoh, forget what I thought. Doesnât matter.â
By then Frank had uprooted a tuft of hair. I took it from him and slid it into my pocket, but not before everyone else had seen it, too. âStop that,â I murmured, aiming for the tone my mother used on me when I cracked my knuckles in church. I didnât want to make a big deal of it.
âIâd better see where we are on that MRI list,â Tinkerbell said, hanging Mimiâs chart on the end of her cot and smiling overbrightly before slipping away.
âYou two should get going,â Mimi said.
âI donât want to leave you here alone,â I said.
âThis is not a negotiation. You and Frank need to clear out. Now.â
âYou arenât coming with us?â Frank asked.
âThe doctors need to keep an eye on me here tonight. Alice needs you at home. Sheâs afraid of being by herself.â
âItâs true,â I volunteered. âIâm terrified of the dark.â
âThereâs nothing in the dark to be afraid of,â Frank said. âItâs out there, and weâre in here. Youâre safe as long as Iâm with you.â
âIâm lucky to have you then, huh, Frank?â I said.
âYes,â he said.
âSo am I,â Mimi said. âI love you, Frank.â
Frank didnât answer. I could see his shoulders rising. âWe need to go, Frank,â I said. âYou heard your mother.â
Frank threw his shoulders back when I said that, saluted smartly and said, âAye-aye, Alice! Tell me, do you have the stupid parking ticket, or are we doomed?â
â DO YOU NEED me to fly out?â Mr. Vargas asked when I called the next night, after Mimi had been released from the hospital. It was pushing midnight in New York. Iâd hoped heâd still be awake but I could tell by the groggy sound of his voice that he must have been asleep for a while already.
âNo. Donât worry. I have everything under control now. Sorry to call so late, but I wanted to give you a heads-up in case word leaked out.â
âDid anybody recognize her?â
âI donât think so.â
âIs she okay?â
While I was formulating my answer, Mimi asked, âWho are you talking to?â I was in the living room, alone I thought, watching a smeary-looking evening settle over the city through the plastic Iâd taped over the hole where the door used to be. By some miracle Frank was sleeping, and had been since just before Mimi got home from the hospital in the late afternoon.
As for the patient, Iâd convinced Mimi to change out of the blood-encrusted cardigan and jeans sheâd worn to the hospital and into a set of my sweats. From my dealings with the laundry I gathered Mimi didnât own gym clothes. She slept in lacy white cotton nightgowns that I worried would be ruined if her bandages oozed. Mimi was surprisingly okay with wearing my sweats but refused to let me help her change into them. She did let me tuck her into bed, though, where sheâd conked out right away. But like Lazarus, she had risen again and materialized behind me, her hands swallowed by my sweatshirtâs overlong sleeves, her hollow-eyed, bandaged head shrouded in its gray hood, a crimson NEBRASKA emblazoned across her chest. I almost fainted when I saw her.
âItâs Mr. Vargas,â I said. âI didnât want him to worry, in case word got out youâd been hurt. The nurse told me I should fix an ice pack for you to hold to your stitches to keep the swelling down. Now that youâre up Iâll do that.â
âGive me the phone.â
I helped Mimi settle on the sofa and
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