October 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oleander sat perfectly still for a long moment, staring into my face but not really seeing me, as if she had just heard a secret from a voice that reached her from a great distance. She sat there for so long that I started to worry. Maybe I had upset her. Maybe she was having a stroke? Maybe this was too much for her. What if, by coming here and reminding her of her childhood, I was causing her so much stress that she was going to keel over, dead!
“Oh, saints preserve us,” I whispered to myself.
I considered calling Benny. Just as I was about to reach over and shake her arm to see if she was alright, Oleander’s eyes refocused. Slowly she regained an alert expression. Then moving so abruptly that I flinched, she lifted the bag of photos.
“Well, let me look,” she said. She scattered the photos, cards and paper dolls on her table, the dresser and the bed.