Ms.Richards laughs.“I won’t.Now go on, so you can get back in time.”
Hazel hops into the truck, running her hand over the dashboard.“Nice ride.”
“Figured it was time for an upgrade.”
“The other one was a bit snobbish.”
“Gee, thanks.”
We laugh as I drive the short distance to the retirement home.When we step inside, the familiar scent of fresh linen and brewed coffee greets us.We check in at the front desk, then make our way down the hall to Mr.Gideon’s place.
“Well, well, well,” a warm voice calls out.“Look who’s back.”
“Thought I’d give her a hand today.”
Mr.Gideon’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he nods approvingly.“Good, son.Come on in.”
Something about the way he says it—son—makes my chest tighten.It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.It reminds me of my dad.I didn’t garden with him, but we spent plenty of time together.And right now, standing here, I feel like he’s around, watching over me.I miss him more than I usually let myself admit, but there’s something peaceful about feeling his presence here, in this quiet moment with Mr.Gideon.
I shake it off and follow Hazel outside, whistling as I get to work.The maintenance isn’t too bad today, just a few hours’ worth of pruning and clearing, but it’s enough to make me feel useful.Once we’re done, we share a cup of coffee with Mr.Gideon before heading out.
I drop Hazel back home and head straight to the hospital, opting to change there rather than disturb Amelia.As I make my way inside, I nearly collide with Violet in the hallway.
“Hey,” she greets.
“Are you doing the interview today?”
“Yeah, gonna get the photo and write it up,” she says, then grins mischievously.“Hey, can I take a picture of you and send it to Amelia?”
She snaps the photo before I get a chance to answer, and her phone buzzes almost immediately.She smiles, showing me the message.
Amelia:I’m jealous of you.But also, that’s my favorite photo.Thanks.
That makes me smile.
Soon, we gather to witness the hospital’s brand-new CT scanner in action.Dr.Wilson greets me with a nod.“Come meet the patient.”
I hesitate.“Oh, I’ll just stand over here.”
“No, no.You helped bring this here.They should meet you.”
I shuffle forward, feeling slightly awkward but also proud.This second machine will save lives.And I had a part in that.
After talking with the patient, Violet pulls me aside for the interview.Once she’s got what she needs, we pose for a group photo.She announces that the article will be up within the next twenty-four hours.
Before heading home, I text Keith, who’s checking on the offices.In a few months, they’ll be completed and I’ll be finished at the hospital.I’m excited about.I’m ready for this new chapter.
Me:You busy tonight?
Keith:No, what’s up?
Me: Come over for dinner.Ameila and her family are coming over.Join us.
A pause.Then a new message.
Keith:Yeah, okay.That actually sounds good.
Me:Good.See you soon.
