are you feeling?” she asked him for the hundredth time.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Stop asking me.”
“We’ll go to Thunder Point, then,” she said. “I’d really appreciate it if you’d have a quiet day. Very quiet.”
“I’m not quiet enough?” he asked irritably.
“You’re annoyingly quiet but you know what I mean, Charlie. Stay in, nap, don’t even do a lot of talking. Rest your lungs and throat. I’m sure we won’t be staying long. I told Grace to call a substitute for me today.”
“I can stay home, you know,” he said. “It’s not like I’ll open the door or go for a walk.”
“I understand completely, but should there be any kind of problem, like a broken pipe, I’d rather be close to the action,” she said. And they both knew she was not in any way concerned about a broken pipe or electrical short, even though that old fifth wheel was a piece of junk. “If we leave early because I’m not needed or if there’s a break while Winnie naps today, I’ll be scouting around town for a rental.”
He said nothing.
“I thought that might get the slightest smile out of you.”
“I’m saving my strength,” he said.
“Then I will also save mine!” she snapped back at him. Of course, then she felt bad about her tone. He was tired and the sedative probably had not worn off. He was depressed. This was typical. Not only had the attack zapped his energy, it also left him feeling hopeless. He’d snap out of it in a day, maybe two.
She left Charlie sitting in the car and went to the door. Rather than walking in as usual, she knocked lightly. She hadn’t seen any vehicle in the drive, but it was possible the substitute nurse had been dropped off. And since Lin Su had asked for a sub, she wouldn’t intrude upon the family by walking in.
Troy opened the door. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you! How’s Charlie?”
“He’s doing very well, thank you. I wanted to come by to make sure you knew we’re back on track and if you need anything...”
“Come in, Lin Su. Where’s Charlie?”
“I asked him to wait in the car until I could be sure we’re not intruding on your nurse and Winnie.”
“Ah, Winnie wouldn’t have another nurse,” he said, running a hand around the back of his neck. “I’m staying home today and Grace will close up the shop a little early, bring dinner home with her and settle Winnie for the night.”
“Who’s there?” Winnie yelled from the bedroom. “Who’s at the door?”
“It’s just me,” Lin Su called back. “Just stay where you are and I’ll...”
Before she could say another word, Winnie came shuffling out of the bedroom on Mikhail’s arm. “Well, it’s about time! I’ve been waiting to hear from you! You know, as much as I hate the look of those walker contraptions, I think I should have one, don’t you? I can’t be calling for someone to walk me every time I want to move! Where is my boy? I want to see him! I thought I’d have to force Troy to take me to your house.”
Lin Su’s eyes got larger than they’d ever been. The very thought! “But I called Grace three times! Charlie is with me. If you’ll just sit down and get comfortable, I’ll get him. For goodness’ sake,” she said, shaking her head at Winnie’s aggressiveness.
Charlie was out of the car before Lin Su could fetch him. And when she got back to the front door with Charlie in tow, Winnie had not taken a seat, nor had she gotten comfortable. She was waiting right there in the foyer, holding Mikhail captive with her arm through his.
“Well, at last,” she said to Charlie. “I don’t think I slept one minute last night!”
“She slept like the dead,” Mikhail said testily. “Snored like a freight train.”
Charlie laughed. It was the first smile Lin Su had seen. “That figures,” he said to Winnie. “You better sit down before you fall down. Go on, then.”
Grumbling something about ingratitude and having no secrets, she turned and hobbled toward the great room where she lowered herself into her favorite chair. Charlie followed. He sat down on the sofa, backpack on the floor.
“Well, you look decent. I guess you’re fine,” Winnie said.
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
“I’m told you were chased by hoodlums,” she said.
“They’re druggies from the neighborhood,” he said.
Lin Su winced. Could their circumstances sound any worse?
“Thing is, they’d rob a nun on Easter Sunday, they’re such lowlifes,” Charlie went on. “I think they rip off houses sometimes—a habit is an expensive hobby and we know they don’t work. But the cops hang around a lot, trying to keep the neighborhood clean. I was looking for a cop—but you can’t ever find ’em when you need ’em.”
“Good Lord,” she said. “Do they live near you?”
“In the area,” Charlie said. “I think they’re from those Section 8 apartments on the other side of the road. I’ve seen them around there. You know—affordable housing for the working poor? It’s a HUD thing.”
“Really,” Winnie said, arching a slim brow.
Lin Su met Troy’s eyes and his eyes laughed. How like Charlie to know all about it and Winnie to not have a clue.
“I’m sure you have some Section 8 housing in Thunder Point,” Charlie said.
“I think I lived in it,” Troy said with a laugh. “I lived in a real crappy apartment complex, old and cheap, right on the edge of town. I added about five dead bolts to my door.” He shrugged. “I’m a schoolteacher. Without a master’s degree.”
“Charlie, did those boys give you a hard time at your old school?” Winnie asked.
Charlie laughed at her. “Winnie, those guys don’t go to school. The guy next door to us, Mr. Chester, used to give me a ride so I wouldn’t have any trouble on the way. School was okay. Once you got there.”
“Have you had breakfast?” Lin Su asked Winnie.
“Yes, of course. Has Charlie?” she asked.
“I ate some sludge they call breakfast at the hospital—it was gross. What have you got?”
“Charlie!” Lin Su admonished.
“Make the boy an egg, Lin Su. I’ll have one, too. Thank God you’re here—everyone is out of sorts without you. We’ll have toast. I’ll have tea and Charlie will have apple juice. Milk will just make him phlegmy, right, Charlie?”
“Right,” he said, pulling his laptop out of his backpack and opening it up. He began clicking away.
“You should try a cup of tea,” Winnie said. “It would be good for you.”
“I’d rather have another asthma attack. Hey, look at this. Average pay for a schoolteacher without a master’s is about forty-two thousand. I don’t think you qualify for Section 8, but if you work at it...”
Troy ruffled Charlie’s hair. “Thanks, bud. Well, now that the first string is on the field, I think I’ll go to the shop and see if Grace needs me. Then set up my classroom for Monday.”
“Is time for walking the town,” Mikhail said. “Thank God!”
Troy headed for the garage to take his Jeep to town while the old Russian went in the direction of the beach to begin his day of wandering. Winnie and Charlie began entertaining themselves with whatever his interest of the day was on his laptop.
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