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drive me to the hospital when Kayla couldn’t because she had to pick up her brother from after-school care. Now that her dad’s moved out, her mom needs more help.
    â€œDid Dylan say anything about me by the way?” she asks. “The other day?”
    â€œHe says he’s totally in love and wants to marry you,” I joke. “I don’t know. We didn’t really talk about you.”
    â€œYou didn’t!” she squeals. “Why not!”
    â€œAll right, we did. He thinks you’re a ‘cool chick.’”
    â€œHe likes me, right?”
    â€œHe wouldn’t drive your best friend to a hospital if he didn’t,” I say.
    Kayla beams.
    I hug her goodbye and go visit my favorite patient. I’ve known her for only a week and a half, but Millie is already high on my list. She told me the other day that she’s an immigrant too. Her family moved from Germany when she was a teenager, which is why she still has a slight accent.
    â€œYou look great today. Your cheeks are so rosy,” I tell her when I arrive. Sitting down next to her hospital bed, I notice that someone has styled her hair, and I can see the Beverly Hills socialite she used to be.
    â€œYou flatter me too much,” Millie says. “I was never what they call a great beauty. But I’ll tell you, I never lacked attention from handsome men either.”
    â€œWas your husband handsome?” I ask, taking out my notebook. “You said he did something in politics. Right?”
    â€œYes, he worked for the city. And he was very good-looking! I would have never married someone I wasn’t completely attracted to—both intellectually and physically.”
    I think about how handsome Royce is—and funny and smart too—and feel myself beginning to blush, which Millie quickly notices.
    â€œI’m sorry, Jasmine. That’s always been a trait of mine. I’m terribly forthcoming. I think my husband loved that about me. My mother always said I never had enough tact.”
    â€œMy best friend Kayla’s like that too, although she’s too honest about some things. It gets her in trouble.”
    Millie gestures for me to open the window blinds. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d keep her opinions to herself though.”
    Opening the blinds, I consider what I mean about Kayla’s honesty. “I try not to lie. And Kayla lies about stupid teenager things, like where she’s going or which boy she happens to be dating that minute, but she’s honest about how she feels. I wish I could be more like her in that way.” I wish I could tell Millie about my family’s situation. I think about it all the time, and the secret is starting to weigh on me.
    â€œYou’ll learn. In some ways you get braver as you get older. That’s why old biddies like me get away with saying whatever they want.”
    We laugh together.
    â€œWe’re supposed to be talking about you,” I say, sitting back down. “What made you fall in love with your husband?”
    â€œHe was a dreamer, I suppose. People tend to think of politicians as pragmatic, doing what’s sensible, what’s realistic. It’s all a myth. Every single one is an idealist. Politicians are more about all kinds of crazy ideas than they are about what actually works.”
    Does Millie know Royce’s dad, I wonder. Would she call him an idealist? I consider asking her, but I try to remind myself of the purpose of the project. This interview is to help Millie heal; it’s not for me. She’s here due to some heart trouble, and she told me she’d been in and out of the hospital for months now.
    â€œWhat kind of politician was your husband?” I ask.
    â€œA district attorney.”
    â€œHow did the two of you meet?”
    â€œHe helped us with a permit we needed for one of our buildings,” Millie straightens herself in her bed.
    â€œDo you miss