Page 35 of The Liar I Married
THIRTY-ONE
John surprises me with a visit, arriving a little after eight, carrying a large bag of popcorn under one arm, and his laptop under the other.
It’s not often I see John wearing casual clothes.
His blue short-sleeved shirt is open at the neck and worn over a pair of bone-colored chinos. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I figured I’d surprise you.” John leads me into the family room. “How about popcorn and a movie? I’m sure Maria can rustle us up a good bottle of wine.”
I’m feeling a little insecure with him but at least he’s making an effort.
“I’d like that, thank you, but all the TVs have been removed, in case I see something disturbing that sends me crazy.
” I shake my head. “Although being in solitary confinement is more likely to do that than seeing something on the news.”
“We can watch it on my laptop.” John places the computer on the coffee table. “Don’t worry too much. You’re progressing so well I’m sure the doctor will allow you to watch TV soon.”
I grab the opportunity while I can. “I’ve been remembering the night of the accident when we had that argument.
I know it involved Ms. Lawson.” I turn to him.
“Look. I don’t want to spoil our evening but I need to fit the pieces together so I can get well.
” I grip his arm. “She was there, wasn’t she? ”
“Yes, but only briefly.” John’s Adam’s apple moves up and down as he scans my face. “I can’t tell you anymore, Jessie. Allow it to come back on its own. You’re not the only one who wants answers.”
I lean back in the chair and close my eyes. “Yes, I know. The cops want to question me.” I open my eyes and see his confusion. “There is one thing you can do for me.”
“Anything.” John takes my hand and rubs his thumb over the back.
It feels good to be touched but is he a snake waiting to bite? I don’t know anymore. “Replace Dolly.”
“I can’t do that, on short notice.” John runs a hand down his face. “She consults directly with your physician.”
I knew he’d have an excuse but I have a good one of my own. “She’s a palliative care nurse. I need someone who will actually spend time with me and that physical therapist you promised me. I want to get fit again.”
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.” He slips one arm around me. “Now let’s watch the movie.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and inhale his familiar cologne. It brings back wonderful memories of our time together. I want to sink into oblivion and just enjoy the moment but a little voice in my head is insistent. Why is he being so nice?