There seemed to be more tubes invading her today, giving her medicines and air and who knew what else?
She wasn’t wearing a scarf and her head was bare and white in the room’s fluorescent lights.
Conor felt an almost irresistible urge to find something to cover it, protect it, before anyone saw how vulnerable it was.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why did Grandma get me out of school?”
“I wanted to see you,” she said, “and the way the morphine’s been sending me off to Cloud Cuckoo Land, I didn’t know if I’d have the chance later.”
Conor crossed his arms tightly in front of himself. “You’re awake in the evenings sometimes,” he said. “You could have seen me tonight.”
He knew he was asking a question. He knew she knew it, too. And so he knew when she spoke again that she was giving him an answer.
“I wanted to see you now, Conor,” she said, and again her voice was thick and her eyes were wet.
“This is the talk, isn’t it?” Conor said, far more sharply than he’d wanted to. “This is…” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“Look at me, son,” she said, because he’d been staring at the floor.
Slowly, he looked back up to her. She was giving the super-tired smile, and he saw how deeply pressed into her pillows she was, like she didn’t even have the strength to raise her head.
He realized that they’d raised the bed because she wouldn’t have been able to look at him otherwise.
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