Page 2 of The Art of Endings


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“Who is she?”

“Lily?”

“Yes, Lily.”

“I told you – long-time patient here. In and out.”

“What’s the matter with her?”

“I’m not sure the doctors know.”

“Even the department head?”

“Even him. Like everyone else, he adores her. Some of them are clearly smitten. But they’re still groping in the dark, probably in the wrong direction.”

“She doesn’t look sick at all.” I ignored the rest of what she said.

“Different symptom every time. Last admission… I can’t remember exactly why,” Shira frowned, glancing upward as if trying to recall.

“The docs will be here in half an hour – ask the deputy.”

“At least tell me where she’s from.”

“Tel-Aviv.”

“More specific – Tel-Aviv’s a big city.”

“Ramat Aviv.” She shut the door behind her.My heart skipped a beat. A sign from above, I thought. I just happened to have a meeting in Ramat-Aviv that very morning at Army Personnel. We military track doctors needed clearance for any trip abroad; this time, I was getting approval for a planned trip to Finland. I decided I’d make the most of the coincidence.

“Could you ask her if I can hitch a ride to Ramat Aviv?” I asked Shira, in the most pleading tone I could muster.

“Not sure she has a car. And why don’t you ask yourself? You’re the one who said she’s yours.” A mischievous smile played on her lips.

“You’re just mad at me. Come on, help me out? I need to be there at ten – maybe I can catch a ride.”

“O-kay… but only if you look out for my interests too.”

“Always.” I smiled at her, as if we shared a secret. She blushed.

“Listen,” David said when he got back, “beautiful isn’t the word – and she’s nice, too.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“No, just about the blood draw. Piece of cake.”

“I’ve always said you’ve got a light touch. Thanks.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because she’s mine. Period.” David smiled.

“She’ll give you a ride,” Shira announced a few minutes later.

“Who’s giving you a ride, and where to?” David sounded surprised.

“Her – Lily,” Shira answered for me.

“She’s his, right? Jealous? Schmuck!” She spun on her heel, straightened her back, and walked out.