himself.â
Glenda seemed near tears. âBut what about us ? Do we have to spend the rest of our lives visiting him every Sunday in some loony bin? My God, after all these years of waiting on Mama hand and foot!â
âNow just a minute, sis!â Art gave Glenda a sharp shake. âIt wasnât you who called every morning and went over there almost every day. Iâve done more than my share of looking after them!â
Anger held Glendaâs tears in check. âThatâs because youâre out of work! You donât have anything better to do! Iâve still got a job!â
The nurse at the desk was looking alarmed. She rose and called to Glenda. âMs. Goodrich, you may see your father now.â A smile for Art followed. âYou can go in next, Mr. Goodrich.â
With obvious reluctance, Glenda quit the field. She squared her shoulders before following the nurse into the ICU. Judith and Renie exchanged quick glances as Art paced the floor and muttered to himself.
âWhy donât we get a cup of coffee?â Judith finally suggested to break the awkward silence.
Art didnât respond at first. Judith started to repeat the question, but Art gave an impatient shake of his head.
âGlenda and I just had coffee. In fact, Iâve had so much coffee today, Iâll never sleep tonight. I should take the rest of those sleeping pills home with me.â
The reference to âhomeâ made Judith think of JoAnne and the boys. âWhereâs the rest of the family?â she asked, trying to steer Art to a chair.
Wearily, Art sat down. The cousins settled in on each sideof him. âThey were here for a while and then they left. There wasnât anything they could do. Greg and Dave donât like hospitals.â
âAnd Leigh?â Judith tried to keep her voice casual, hoping to calm Art.
The attempt failed badly. Artâs pudgy face reddened; his ears actually looked hot. âLeigh! Do you think Glendaâd let her anywhere near this place? For all I know, Leighâs high-tailed it back to New York!â
Judith was mystified. âWhy? I thought she was staying over until New Yearâs.â
Rubbing at his high forehead, Art shot Judith a look that was half embarrassed, half pitying. âNot after last night, she isnât.â
Judith remembered the screams and Jeanne Ericsonâs report of a row at the Goodrich house. âWhat happened last night?â
But Art shook his head. âNever mind. It doesnât matter now. In fact,â he went on, raising his head and resting it against the wall behind the chair, âitâs small potatoes by comparison. I guess.â
Judith decided not to press Art about his niece. Instead, she asked who had found his parents. She was almost certain it had been Art, and the sudden drain of color from his face proved the point before he spoke a single word.
âEvery morning, even when I was workingââhe paused to glare at the door where his sister had so recently passedââI call my folks around eight oâclock. They always go to bed by nine-thirty, so they wake up early. If they donât answer, Iâm right over there. Or JoAnne is. But that hasnât happened more than twiceâuntil this morning.â Again, Art hung his head. âI called first about eight-fifteen. No answer. I called a couple more times, thinking maybe the phone was out of order, like it was before. Around quarter to nine, I decided to check on them. Itâs only ten minutes from our house above the railroad yard.â
Judith knew the neighborhood well. It was on the west slope of Heraldsgate Hill, which commanded a view of the round-house, the train tracks, grain elevators, and a large docking area that was usually filled with new cars awaiting transport. While there were glimpses of the bay and the mountains, the environsâ more commercial nature made the price of real estate
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