generally speaking, itâs a real relief to think that itâs likely not a cardiac issue. Iâll call Monday and set up an appointment, although I have to admit, I donât relish the idea of being poked and prodded.â
âWeâll try to keep the poking and prodding down to a minimum and focus on your heart. My job is to make sure you donât see that white light everyone talks about.â
Lida nodded. âThanks, Doc. Thanks for meeting with me like this.â
I paused and looked at her curiously. âLida, earlier you mentioned there was something else, some other concern. Did we miss that?â
She slumped back into her chair. âOh, yeah, that.â
I sat quietly, allowing her to fill in the silence.
âWhen all this chest pain started up, I was concerned it might have something to do with my past.â
âAs in . . .â
âCocaine.â
âCocaine? Did you say cocaine?â
I sat for a moment, stunned. Then, spontaneously, I rose and rounded the desk, taking a seat in the leather chair beside her. Resting my arms on my knees, I spoke in an intimate whisper.
âLida Wilkins, how does a salt-of-the-earth, solid-citizen Sunday school teacher such as yourself ever get involved with cocaine?â
âIt was a long time ago. Iâm not even sure itâs necessary to talk about it.â
I leaned back in the chair. âLida, you do know that anything you tell me is protected under doctor-patient confidentiality laws.â
âSo if you ever breathed a word of this, I could have you publicly flogged and maybe even kick you a few times for good measure?â
âNot only that, the law says Iâd have to pretend to enjoy it.â
She grinned, crinkling her nose again. âFair enough.â After pausing a short moment, she proceeded. âSo, hereâs the story. Mydad was a deputy sheriff and my mom was an exceptionally strict Baptist. They were good people, but letâs just say my home life was pretty rigid. Thatâs why I ran off when I was sixteen.â
âYou ran off? Whereâd you go?â
âWoodstock.â
I could not hide my astonishment. âWoodstock! Really? As in the famous week of sex, drugs, and rock and roll?â
âYep, I hitchhiked to the Catskills and was there at Woodstock for the three days of music, love, and peace, but mostly love. I was kind of a wild child. Anyway, I met some people and followed them back to Greenwich Village. In those days I smoked a lot of grass and along the way I did a little cocaine, the snorting kind. I worked in a French restaurant. Thatâs where I learned to cook, really cook. Before I left New York, I had worked in French, Italian, even Moroccan places.â
âWhere did you go after that?â
âTo rehab.â
âOh, wow.â It was a lame response, but I was still amazed, unable to do little more than listen gawk-eyed to Lidaâs incredible description of her past.
âYeah, I got myself dry-cleaned.â
âIs that when you came back to Watervalley?â
âNo, I spent a couple of years in a commune called the Farm. Itâs about fifty miles away over in Summertown, Tennessee. It was actually a good place for me. A lot of caring people.â
âSo what happened?â
She shrugged. âAt the risk of sounding corny, I found my faith again. I moved back to Watervalley when I was twenty-four. Met Charlie, we got married, the rest is history.â
âThatâs quite a story.â
âSo, I read somewhere that cocaine can cause heart damage. You think thatâs the case here?â
I grimaced. âItâs possible, but I tend to think that any damage it might have done would have manifested itself long before now. Still, we can get all that checked out.â
Lida absorbed this news for a few moments. Then, resolved, she looked over at me with her warm, girlish smile and patted my
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