The cashier smiled and asked, “What can I get you this morning.”
“Two cinnamon rolls and a box of plain pastries,” I replied. “And a black coffee.”
I paid in cash, counting carefully, and drove toward the hospital with the bag on the passenger seat, imagining Lucas’s expression when I arrived.
Inside the building, the familiar chill of disinfectant greeted me. A volunteer told me Lucas was in the courtyard with another patient. I walked toward the glass doors, adjusting my hair, trying to look less tired than I felt.
That was when I heard his voice.
“You get used to it,” Lucas was saying. “People think it is tragic, but honestly, it has its advantages.”
Another man laughed and replied, “Your wife does everything. That does not bother you.”
Lucas’s answer came easily. “Why would it. Marianne is reliable. She does not go anywhere. She has nowhere to go.”
My breath caught as I stood frozen just outside their line of sight.
The other man chuckled. “Sounds like you landed well.”
“I did,” Lucas said. “I have care without cost. No facility. No bills. Just patience and hope keeping her in place.”
“What about inheritance,” the man asked.