“This is Margaret.”
There was a long silence on the line. I heard her take a breath.
“I’ve been waiting twelve years for this phone call,” Evelyn Carter said. “Can I come see you?”
“I’m having surgery on Thursday.”
“Then I’ll come tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll leave Boston at seven.”
She came the next day at eleven in the morning.
She was seventy-four now, with short white hair and a cane. She wore a navy blazer, just like twelve years ago. And she carried the same small silver briefcase. It was scratched and dented now.
Daniel was there. Thomas was there. Sarah had come too, and she sat in the corner quietly with her hands folded.Study Anatomy
Evelyn stopped in the doorway and looked at me in the bed.
“Margaret,” she said. “You haven’t changed at all.”
“That’s a lie,” I said. “But thank you.”
