Hannah's List (19 page)

W
hen I got to the office Wednesday morning, I discovered Macy hard at work on the mural. She had her iPod plugged into her ears and seemed intent on her job. The sketch wasn’t finished, but she’d made significant progress, which told me she’d been at work for several hours. And yet the office had opened just thirty minutes ago. I didn’t understand how she could’ve accomplished so much in such a short time.

“She talked one of the security guards into letting her in early,” Linda explained, reading my mind. She followed my gaze as Macy, oblivious to our scrutiny, continued drawing on the wall. “I don’t know what she said to Larry.”

“
Larry
let Macy into the office?” That particular guard was a stickler for rules. The fact that Macy had somehow persuaded him to allow her into the locked office was almost
impossible to believe. I couldn’t imagine what she’d said to him. For that matter, I’d rather
not
know.

Apparently, I made some movement that alerted Macy to my presence. The instant she saw me, she pulled out her earphones and gave me a dazzling smile.

“Good morning, Michael.”

I nodded, a bit embarrassed to be referred to by my first name in front of Linda. “I understand you got here even before the staff,” I said, striving to sound businesslike. I didn’t want Linda or the others on staff to get any ideas.

“I had to because I wanted to make sure I’d be ready to leave when you were. I plan to finish the sketches today.”

“It looks like you’ll be able to start painting soon,” I said.

She cocked her head to one side. “The more I thought about how I’d arranged the giraffes and the lion, the less happy I was with the sketch. I’ve already made changes, see?” She gestured toward the wall.

I didn’t really notice that much of a difference, but then I hadn’t paid close attention. Macy had shown me the drawing and I’d approved it. I wasn’t going to stand over her and examine every line she drew.

“You’ll be able to come home with me tonight, won’t you?” she asked, her eyes imploring. “To meet Harvey.”

I felt Linda’s interest and tried to ignore my nurse. The truth was, I’d do just about anything to get out of this. “You need to make an appointment with a physician who specializes in geriatrics,” I said.

Macy’s eyes grew round. “Harvey will never keep the appointment. This is the only way. You said you would. You
can’t go back on your word now.” Seeking reinforcements, Macy turned to Linda. “He promised.”

“You promised,” Linda repeated in a tone that told me she was enjoying this far more than she should.

“Traitor,” I whispered. Her support of Macy’s schemes surprised me. It wasn’t like Linda to side with someone else against me. I wasn’t sure I liked this change in my nurse, who seemed to be falling under Macy’s spell. I couldn’t figure out why everyone, including Hannah, thought so highly of her. Macy seemed like a generous young woman and she had a certain quirky charm, but after ten minutes I found her irritating in the extreme.

“You’ll come, won’t you?” she pleaded.

I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a word, Linda answered for me. “He’ll be there.” She shoved a file into my hands and steered me toward the first examination room.

Sure enough, by four-thirty I’d finished my scheduled appointments in record time. Linda had somehow managed to free up the late afternoon so all I had left to do was some minor paperwork.

When I walked out of my office, Macy was waiting for me in the reception area, her purse draped over her shoulder. She wore army-green pants and a yellow T-shirt with a butterfly print on it and a brown vest made of some shiny fabric I couldn’t readily identify. As was often the case, her red hair was a tangle of unruly curls. She lit up like a neon sign the moment she saw me.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

I sighed. I wasn’t keen to meet this neighbor of hers, and my guess was that Harvey felt the same way about me.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”

“Is it okay if I ride with you? I took the bus this morning.”

“No problem.”

I led her across the street to the parking garage, which was a few blocks down from the gym where Ritchie and I worked out. Paul, the parking attendant, saw me with Macy and winked in my direction. It was all I could do not to stop and explain that in spite of what he thought, I wasn’t romantically involved with Macy. But if I made an issue of it I’d only look foolish, so I resisted.

When I pushed the remote button to unlock the doors to my BMW, the lights blinked and Macy laughed softly.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You. You’re so predictable.”

“In what way?”

“The car. It’s such a doctor car. And I bet it’s spotless inside.”

“Well, yes, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “It’s just so…you.”

I bit my tongue to keep from making some remark about how she dressed.

As I’d expected, Macy chatted nonstop from the moment she slid into the passenger seat. I heard about her cats and about Harvey and a number of other people, places and things. She bounced from one topic to the next, like Leanne’s friend Gayle, without any detectable rhyme or
reason. If I hadn’t known better I would’ve said she was nervous, but that didn’t make sense.

She directed me to her address and when we pulled up I was the one who laughed. The house resembled something out of a fairy tale. It was painted yellow and red. The yard was surrounded by a white picket fence with a gate, and flowers seemed to be blooming everywhere. She had huge pots on the front steps and the flower beds were ablaze with bright purple azaleas. I half expected Cinderella or Snow White to come waltzing out the door, greeting us with some chirpy song.

“What?” she asked, obviously unsure why I was so amused.

“The house.”

“Oh, yes, isn’t it divine? I inherited it from my grandmother.”

“So you got your, uh, style from her?”

“Some,” she agreed. “I repainted it last summer. A few of the neighbors made a bit of a fuss, but they got used to it after a while. Personally, I think it’s inviting, don’t you?”

“If I was eight, I would.”

“Oh, stop,” she said and laughed.

Apparently, she had no idea that I was serious. With a sense of resignation I climbed out of the car and shoved my hands in my pockets. Macy was already on the sidewalk, about to open the front gate, when she turned to look at me. “Don’t worry about Sammy. His bark is worse than his bite.”

No sooner had I stepped onto her property than a huge brown dog of indiscriminate pedigree came rushing
toward me at full speed, barking loudly enough to hurt my ears. I braced myself, certain I was about to be tackled.

“Sammy,” Macy said calmly. “This is a friend.”

Sammy stopped in his tracks and stared up at me, his eyes filled with suspicion.

“Go ahead and pet him,” Macy advised. “He’s really gentle, but he’s gotten rather protective lately.” She opened the front door and the second she did three cats raced outside.

Macy bent down and petted each one, murmuring words of affection. “Meet Snowball, Lovie and Peace.”

I felt a bit silly and, not knowing how else to respond, I waved.

“They’ve been cooped up inside all day,” she explained as the cats twined themselves around her legs.

She led me into the house and, not surprisingly, it looked like a disaster site. She had a number of half-finished paintings propped up against the fireplace—or what I assumed was a fireplace. I didn’t take time to study them, but each seemed different from the others. There was a landscape, a seascape and a still life—a fruit bowl with what appeared to be one huge pomegranate. There was also a portrait of a sleeping cat, the white fluffy one. None of these paintings was completed. This worried me. I hoped she understood that I wasn’t paying her until the mural was done. Apparently, she saw where I was looking.

“I have a problem finishing…stuff.”

“So I see.”

“Don’t worry about the mural, though,” she told me cheerfully. “My car insurance premium is due and I can’t
be late,” she said, then added in a whisper she probably didn’t think I’d hear, “Again.”

I managed to hide a smile as I continued to survey the room. A laundry basket sat on her sofa, piled with either clean or dirty clothes, I couldn’t tell which. The dining-room table was covered with books, newspapers, magazines and unopened mail. She’d tried to create orderly stacks, but either the cats had interfered with her efforts or the piles had gotten jumbled on their own.

We passed through the kitchen. The dishes had been washed and were set on a wire rack next to the sink. On a table in the small dining nook lay a hardcover book, opened and turned over to mark her place. I cringe whenever I see a book bent in such a fashion. I was sorely tempted to reach down and close it. This was a personal peeve of mine. I could see no reason to break a book’s spine when a bookmark would serve just as well.

Looking out the window, Macy announced, “Harvey’s out back, sitting in his chair. He spends far too much time doing that. He never used to.” Worry tinged her voice. “I have a feeling he’s had another bad day.”

Even now I wasn’t sure what she expected me to do. I’d talk to Harvey and determine what I could, but I had no promises to give her.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back door. “Let me introduce you.”

“Okay, only—”

I wasn’t allowed to finish before she half dragged me outside. “Harvey,” she called. “I’d like you to meet
Michael, the man I was telling you about.” Then she turned to me and whispered, “This is just for show.” With that, she looped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. Turning back to Harvey, she said, “You were right all along. I was besotted from the moment we met.”

Besotted?
Who used a word like
besotted?

Harvey regarded me for a minute or so before he revealed any expression. It could have been a smile or a scowl, but frankly it was hard to distinguish which. “I can only imagine what she did to con you into coming by,” he muttered.

“You’re better off not knowing,” I said.

He gave a snort of laughter, then gestured toward the house. “There’s another chair over there. Help yourself.” He looked at Macy next. “I’ve got a couple of beers in the fridge. Why don’t you get them for us?”

She seemed more than eager to comply, even though he hadn’t offered her one. “Coming right up.”

We both climbed over the low fence, and Sammy jumped after us. She bounced into the house with the mutt close on her heels. The three cats had decided to stay at her place.

I carried the folding lawn chair next to Harvey and sat down. Macy was back with the two beers, which she handed us. Then she disappeared again, leaping over the fence as if she’d done it a thousand times, which undoubtedly she had.

“So you’re that doctor fellow she’s been talking about,” Harvey said. He took a swallow of beer and closed his eyes, either to savor the taste or allow a moment of pain to pass.

I took a sip of my own beer and had to admit it hit the spot.

“Before you start asking a lot of
discreet
questions, I should tell you I’m not going to make an appointment with any friends of yours. Nor am I willing to undergo any medical tests. I know what’s wrong with me.”

This was a relief. “So tell me and save me the bother of answering Macy’s questions later.”

“I’m dying,” the old man said matter-of-factly. “It doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

“Of what?” I asked. Given his age, that seemed possible, and if he wasn’t willing to have any tests or submit to a physical, I had no choice but to accept his self-diagnosis—at least until I saw firm evidence to the contrary.

“Can’t say for sure. Cancer maybe, but it could be my heart.”

“What are your symptoms?”

“Different ones. I get weak when I didn’t used to. At first I thought it was my age, but now I know it’s more than that. Used to be I could work in my yard all day and not get tired. Lately it’s all I can do to water the garden. I have pains in my chest. No fever, though, which means it’s not malaria.”

“I suggest—”

“In case you didn’t understand me before, I’ll repeat myself. I’m not interested in anything you have to suggest that will lengthen my life. I’ve lived a lot of years. Like everyone else, I have a few regrets, but I’m ready to die.”

“Macy—”

“It’s time Macy learned she needs to let go of me.”

“She loves you,” I told him.

Harvey exhaled loudly as though burdened by her love. “She loves those cats of hers, too. Never met anyone quite like her. She collects animals and people the way someone else might collect baseball cards or ceramic frogs. I tried to discourage her when she moved in after her grandmother died. I think Lotty must’ve asked her to keep an eye on me. That would be just like the old bat. The last thing I need is Macy constantly fussing over me.”

“I hear you.”

The old man eyed me closely.

“My wife—”

“You’re married?” Harvey interrupted. His gaze narrowed menacingly.

“Was. I’m a widower,” I corrected. “Hannah, in the end, didn’t want any more medical intervention. No heroic measures.”

“I remember—” he nodded in the direction of Macy’s house “—she told me about your wife. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” I murmured. “I just wanted to let you know I understand how you feel.”

“It’s a matter of dignity. I prefer to face death on my own terms.”

I remembered those had been Hannah’s words, too. “Is there anything I can do to help with the pain?” I asked. The current drugs would ease his final months.

Harvey shook his head. “No, thanks.”

Macy reappeared, carrying a platter with cheese and
crackers. I watched as she popped a cracker in her mouth. “I brought you a few munchies,” she said.

“What for?” Harvey demanded.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she said, smiling down at him, obviously accustomed to his gruff manner. She sat on the grass beside me.

“I’m not interested.”

Harvey might not be, but I was. I reached for a slice of cheese.