She did not even blink.
Then she rubbed her forehead like a headache had just started.
“Please tell me you said no.”
“I haven’t answered yet.”
“Daniel,” she said carefully, “do you understand how this looks? A thirty-four-year-old orderly marrying an eighty-two-year-old woman with no family? People will say terrible things. Management will investigate.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Because this could destroy your career.”
“She’s dying, Sarah. She’s alone. She asked me for one thing.”
“She could have asked for a hundred other things.”
“But she asked for this.”
Sarah studied my face.
“You’re going to say yes, aren’t you?”
I looked down.
“I don’t know if what I have to lose matters more than what she has to lose.”
Sarah sighed. “That’s always been your problem, Daniel. You never believe you have anything worth protecting.”
That afternoon, I returned to Gloria’s hospital room.
She was sitting up with a paperback in her lap, and she smiled as soon as she saw me.
“You came back sooner than I expected.”
“I have my answer,” I said.
She closed the book.
“I want to do it.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back.
“Then yes?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
She squeezed my hand with all the strength she had left.
Beside her bed, the old canvas bag sat exactly where it always did, beneath her hand.
