- She couldn’t remember why it was so important.
- Tubes up her nose, into her veins, held her in place here.
- Here, Geoff could relax and he did, sitting by her bed being jovial.
- He seemed a little puzzled when she prodded him about what happened.
- She could afford to be patient now.
- His way of bending towards her, presenting his bald spot, seemed endearing here.
- When he pretended to get it, she knew how his mouth would form an O.
- Here, she could sleep and she did.
- Deep, drugged, untroubled sleep with nothing under it.
- The slow risings to consciousness didn’t hurt anymore.
- Nurse wanted to know why she didn’t ask about leaving; all the other patients did.
- Geoff did.
- Geoff was ready, he had places for everything and everything in its place.
- Except for her…until now.
- Her place was prepared and it was time for her to be put in her place.
- The ambulance drivers were rougher this time.
- It seemed that she’d floated out into the back of the ambulance before.
- That was the dream and this was something else.
- Geoff strutted around, showing off his amenities and innovations.
- That first night there was no sleep.
- It was quiet and dark, but now it would always be dark.
- That wasn’t the problem.
- With no tubes to tether her, she felt her way over to the window and lifted it.
- Soft night sounds, a bit of breeze, traffic far below.
- No sirens tonight.
- She listened and let her hands see the window frame.
- Now that it wasn’t so vital, it was right here with her, in the front of her head.
- The answer.
- It had been there all along, she could see that now.
- But now it was in context.
- Now it made sense.
- She left the window slightly ajar and made her way back to the bed.
- She must have slept because Geoff’s short bark woke her.
- Who opened this window?
- Who was in here?
- He stormed off to confront the poor, silly aide he was underpaying.
- It was just too bad that girl would have to bear the brunt of this.
- Everyone was on their own.
- Geoff came back to her bedside, taking her hand in his.
- Big and moist, pinky ring.
- She’d know Geoff’s hands anywhere.
- It crossed her mind to tell him she’d opened the window, but she didn’t.
- Part of the answer was in knowing when to keep her mouth shut.
- This wouldn’t work otherwise.
- Another sleepless night with the drugs slid out the open window.
- Moving slowly, deliberately, there were many things she could do.
- Aides hired, screamed at and fired, one after the other.
- Geoff had to know, how could he not?
- It was finding her meds scattered around the base of the tree by the window that finished the charade.
- The drivers weren’t nearly so rough this time.
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