print with lots of maroon that clashed with his pale-peach-colored shirt. She had asked him once how he picked out his clothes each day, and he said he just put on a favorite-colored shirt and a favorite-colored tie. If he liked both colors, it had to work, right? Sharlie had looked unconvinced, and he confessed that one day Barbara had stood him in front of her full-length office mirror and said, âThere, look. Donât you hear anything?â He had shaken his head, and Barbara told him that his shirt and pants were screaming bloody murder where they met at his waistline. Sharlie had wanted to know what he was wearing, and he told herâhis rust-colored suit and pink shirt. They looked fine to him.
âAll right,â Sharlie said, forcing her eyes off his tie and pulling herself up straight. âIt all comes down to this. Iâm sick. My relationship with you makes me sicker. I have to choose between you and a longer life. So Iâm choosing life.â
He stared at her.
âEmily Brontë would not have approved, but I canât help itâ
He sat thinking for a moment and finally he said, âIf this is what you really believe, I canât blame you for taking a walk. But Iâm telling you, you look better every day. Youâre stronger now than when you got out of the hospital.â
âI have my good days. But there are things I havenât told you.â
âLike what?â
âLike what happened the night we ⦠the Swept Away night. Itâs not just virgin modesty that keeps me from your bed, Brian. Itâs fear.â
âYou got sick.â
She nodded.
âSo we wonât mess around.â
âOh, Brian, donât be ridiculous. The instant I see you, I want to start peeling off my clothes. Itâs practically Pavlovian.â He was silent. âAs a matter of fact,â she went on in a desperately chatty voice, âthatâs how I can tell youâre around. Suddenly I get this compulsion to unbutton my dress, and I say, âHmm, Brian must be about to walk through the door.â It could be very embarrassing at a cocktail party.â
âI want to show you something,â he said, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a newspaper clipping and flattened it on her knees: A D ECADE OF H EART T RANSPLANTS: T HE F ANFAREâS O VER B UT AT L EAST 85 L IVE .
A gray-uniformed guard sauntered over to them, his feet scraping abrasively. From her vantage point on the steps Sharlie noticed that his shoes were scuffed. One of the laces had broken and been knotted halfway up.
âCanât sit here.â
âWhy not?â Brian asked affably.
âRules.â
Brian said, âCanât you see the young lady is ill?â
The guard shook his head. âLooks fine to me.â
Brian shot Sharlie a quick glance that said, See? But he went on to the guard in a firm voice, âIf she stands up, she will throw up.â
The guard thought this over, then scraped his feet back to the entrance and remarked sullenly, âTen minutes.â
âI might,â Sharlie said.
âWhat?â
âThrow up.â
He gave her a puzzled look and she held the article out to him.
âIâve read this before. Makes my stomach go all revolted.â
âI bet you feel the same way about having a tooth pulled.â
She rolled her eyes at him.
âLook,â he said, âwe could go see somebody. At least find out about it.â
âI already know about it.â
âThat was a long time ago. Techniques have changed. The odds have changed. Oh, come on, Sharlie, maybe you can have it all. Life. Me. Babies â¦â
She closed her eyes and held up her hand. âStop. I donât want to hear about it.â
âJust to find out? Whereâs your grit?â
âIâve run out. I donât have any more. I used to keep it under my fingernails.â She held out a hand to him,
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