Saturday Morning (43 page)

“Your incisions look fine. How are you doing with the exercises and walking?” The doctor paused in his examination when Martin didn’t answer.

It was all Andy could do to keep her mouth shut.
He’s not doing anything. He’s not even making an effort.
When the doctor glanced her way, she shook her head.

“Having a bit of a problem with pain?”

Martin nodded, a scant nod that would have been easily missed but for the doctors focused attention. “I have a hard time getting enough oxygen when I move around a lot.”

“Your heart sounds fine.” The doctor took out his stethoscope and checked again. He pressed gently on Martin’s calves and ankles. “You’ve got to get moving. I’m going to send a therapist over, say two or three times a week. I know I told you not to go running any marathons, but walking is really important.”

“When can I go back to work?”

“That all depends.”

“On what?” Martin asked.

“On whether or not you obey your doctor’s orders.”

Andy rolled her lips together to stifle a grin.
Way to go, Doc. That’s putting it on the line.
Now, the question was, would the promise of working again get him up off his duff and exercising?

“All right, I’ll exercise.”

“Good, but that’s not all you’re going to have to do. You need to make some lifestyle changes. Your wife told me that you’ve been on the road four to five days a week, every week, for a number of years. That kind of life takes a toll. My guess is that you work long hours, eat lots of fatty fast food, and don’t get any exercise at all.”

“Yes, but that’s changed. I have an office job now.”

“Nine to five?”

When Martin didn’t answer, the doctor turned to the counter to write out a prescription, then ripped it off and handed it to Andy. “Here’s for the physical therapist. I’ve written the name of the group associated with us. Insurance will cover it.”

“Thank you.” Andy sucked on her bottom lip.

“I gave that prescription to your wife, because I understand she didn’t know about your heart condition. You were fortunate that she found your medication. She probably saved your life.”

Andy hadn’t dreamed that the EMTs would pass that information along. Now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag, she wanted to know why he hadn’t told her. On second thought, she knew the answer. He believed he could take care of everything on his own, that it wasn’t important enough to mention.

“Is it okay for him to be left alone now?” Andy asked.

“You have a job to get back to?”

Yes, but it looks like it will be a long time before I can.
“No, I mean for grocery shopping, that kind of thing. Our kids are coming for Thanksgiving and … ”

“For short periods, yes.” The doctor extended his hand to shake Martin’s first, then Andy’s. “I hope you folks have an extra special Thanksgiving this year. I’ll see you in two weeks, Martin. I’d better not hear that you aren’t doing your exercises or that you’re keeping any more secrets from your wife. I want to hear that you’re planning to change your work habits.”

After the doctor had left the examining room, Andy helped Martin with his shirt, then stuck the
Sunset
magazine back in the rack. By the time they got home, Martin was gray with fatigue.

“I never realized a doctor’s appointment could be so tiring.” Once in the house, he sat down on the edge of the bed, closer to collapsing than sitting.

“Can I get you something to drink—orange juice, hot tea, iced tea, coffee, Diet Coke, water?”

“Is the water bottled?”

“Yes, of course.” She hated to drink the city water and knew that he did too. Ah, for the sweet well water of home. “You want ice with it?”

“No thanks, just the bottle will be fine.” When she brought it, he asked, “Would you please turn on the TV?”

“You’re staying down here?”

“I’m too weak to go up the stairs right now.”

Andy put the back of her hand against his forehead and cheek. No temp, but gray still bracketed his mouth and eyes. She stacked extra pillows against the headboard. “There you go.” It would be so easy to remind him that if he’d been doing his exercises, he wouldn’t be in the state he was in now.

How could I know how he feels? I’ve never had major surgery of any kind.
She trapped a sigh and went back upstairs to the kitchen to set the teapot on. Hot tea sounded not only good but necessary, especially her own blend. Right now she needed the comfort of lavender.

If only she could spend another hour or so with the Girl Squad. Their prayers at the hospital meant more than she could find words for. Why couldn’t she? She picked up the phone and dialed J House. Clarice answered. “I know this is asking a lot,” she said, trying to hold herself together. “But will all of you come here this afternoon for the weekly prayer session? The doctor said I could leave Martin for short periods of time now, but he’s in such a depressed state that … ”

“Let me check with everyone,” Clarice said. “I don’t think it will be a problem. I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Good to her word, Clarice called right back and told her they’d be there at four.

Andy was beside herself with excitement. She bustled around the kitchen making scones and lavender tea. Just before four, she checked on Martin to see if he needed anything.

“The Girl Squad is coming over,” she said. “They won’t be here long.”

He held out the remote and turned down the volume on the TV. “What are they coming for?”

“For a prayer session,” she said, cleaning up the mess on the nightstand. “We all get together and pray for J House, for each other, and for ourselves.”

“Why do you need to pray for J House?”

“The city has ordered that the building be retrofitted by the end of the year, and there’s no money to pay for it. We pray that some big corporation will come forward and donate the money.” A thought came to her. “What about AES? Could they use a big tax write-off?”

Martin rolled his eyes and snorted. “Why don’t they just sell? That’s prime real estate there. They could get a bundle for it, probably enough to buy a bigger place in a lower rent district that doesn’t need retrofitting.”

“Roger and Hope—they don’t want to sell. They love J House. It’s their home, and it’s been the home to many a girl in need. They’ve saved lives there, built dreams there.”

“It’s just a building, Andy.”

All she could do was stare at him. “It’s not just a building. It’s a dream. You don’t understand what it means to them, just like you don’t understand what Lavender Meadows means to me.”

“Don’t look at me like I’m some freak from outer space. I’m sorry I don’t understand why people get so attached to houses or land. They don’t mean anything to me, never did and never will.”

Andy’s anger died an instant death. An overwhelming feeling of sadness assailed her. He had no frame of reference. He’d grown up moving from place to place. He’d grown up without a place to call home. She had accused him of not being able to understand, but it was she who had not understood.

The Girl Squad arrived promptly at four. They spent a good fifteen minutes sipping tea and eating scones. Hope mentioned that several boxes had arrived from the church in Medford. They planned to open them after Julia’s next class.

Clarice briefed Andy on recent events: Blakely Associates’ demise, Gregor’s being found, and phone calls from a girl they thought to be Cyndy.

When they gathered in a circle to pray, a sense of peace floated among them. They fell silent, exhaling any sense of hurry. After thanking Big Dad for the prayers He had already answered, Hope prayed first for J House and then for her unborn child. No longer hesitant, Clarice thanked God and praised Him for Julia and her success-fill efforts in finding Gregor.

“And please, Lord, give that man his just deserts, which You can do so much better than we can.” That gave them all the giggles as they let their imaginations speculate on just what that would be. Julia prayed to be reunited with Cyndy. For the first time, she added a second prayer, for her daughter, Donna.

I don’t want to burden them all, Lord
, Andy prayed silently. Such a long and convoluted tale. But once she began, it was like God
opened the floodgates and her story poured forth. “Amen’s” and “Please, Lord’s” punctuated her silences when the tears became too much.

“I blamed Martin for everything, and Father, You showed me that I needed to practice love, real love, the kind You talk about in Your Word.” She took the tissue someone handed her. “I resented him for wanting to move, for being so unsympathetic to my business, my parents’ needs, for all the times he went ahead and made decisions without considering me or the kids.” Between sobs she added anything else she could think of. “Lord, I don’t ever want to have to go through this again. I’m a mess.” She blew her nose and cleared her throat. “But God, You are so good; You really let me see that love works.” She blew out a sigh. “Thank You, Father, for these women. I know that if I hadn’t come here in spite of myself, I’d never have met them.” She gave them each a wavering smile.

“Amen to that.” Julia echoed. “I’d never make it without all of you.”

“Amen,” they all said together.

Later that evening, after dinner, Andy sat down at the table to write a grocery list. She’d go shopping after picking up Morgan from the airport tomorrow.

The phone rang. Andy answered it on the first ring and heard Bria’s perky voice.

“How did Dad’s appointment go?”

“Very well. Doctor said his heart sounds great, and the incisions are looking good.” She recalled her last trip downstairs, seeing that Martin had rolled onto his side and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. She’d gotten used to seeing the furrows on his forehead that indicated discomfort.

“I’ll either rent a car or come into the city via BART, so don’t worry about me, okay?”

“When are you arriving?”

“I’m taking the early flight, so I should be ahead of the masses on Wednesday morning. What time is Camden coming in?”

“If the flights are all on time, he and Morgan are within an hour of each other, about four tomorrow.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll come straight to your house. We can go grocery shopping, and then I’ll head out and pick up the others. I’ll e-mail them where to meet me, and they can call me if there is a problem.”

“Thanks, honey.”

“Are you all right, Mom?”

“As good as can be expected, I guess. Just please remind them both that this will not be a normal Thanksgiving.”

“All that counts is that we’ll all be together. Oh, I forgot to ask, are Grandma and Grandpa coming?

“They’re driving, in spite of Dad dreading the trip.”

“Wonderful. I’ve been thinking, we could order one of those cooked turkey dinners from a restaurant or grocery store.”

“I think you have to do that before the last minute.”

“Hey, we’re two days out, what’s this last-minute garbage? Give Daddy a hug from me, and I’ll talk with him later. I love you, Mom.”

“And I, you.” Andy blinked back the tears that hovered so close to the surface.

She finished her grocery list, including a reminder to buy pies. She’d never bought pies for Thanksgiving in her whole life. They always had pumpkin pie, made from their own pumpkins left from Halloween, apple pie, and lemon cheese pie, her specialty. Homemade rolls, perhaps she could still make them.

“Andy, could you help me please? I’d like to come upstairs.” Martin’s voice came through the baby monitor.

“I’ll be right down.” Had she heard him right?

Coming up, he took the steps slowly, with her one step behind him. If he would only try harder. But then, she didn’t always do what was best for herself either, she reminded herself. It had only been two weeks since the surgery.
A little patience wouldn’t hurt, Andy.

She almost snorted at that. Since when had patience ever been one of her stronger attributes?

Martin settled on the sofa and used his TV remote to turn on a music station. “Soft rock okay?” he asked.

“Sure.” She sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

He reached up and cupped her cheek. “Thank you for being such a good nurse.”