it work?â
Her gaze was quizzical. âAll I can tell you is that, sure, when they came back they liked the same cleaning brands.â She clicked and swiped. âAll right, new section. Bed, made or unmade on a regular basis? If the former, who did it?â
âWe did it together every morning,â he said. His eyes heated up and he hoped he wasnât getting too teary. She tapped away.
âYou two were sweet. It will be just as cute in the next round. Youâll see.â
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He brought himself to ask his mother what sheâd done with the cat. Her hands faltered as she chopped onions, then resumed their staccato beat.
âMrs. Green two doors down had mice,â she said. âSo I loaned her Taco Two.â
âTaco Two? No palindrome?â he asked.
A sizzle and then a wave of fragrance as she added the onions to the skillet. âI couldnât think of one yet. Iâm sure itâll come to me eventually.â
âEventually,â he repeated agreeably. He thought perhaps the cat would end up staying with Mrs. Green, but that was all right.
âSo what else is new?â
âIâm bringing her home tomorrow.â
She put the spatula down in order to swing around and look at him, wide-eyed. âSo soon?â
He nodded. He was smiling again. She smiled back, wiping her hands on her apron before she came over to awkwardly hug him.
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What do you bring to your first meeting with the person you used to be married to? He chose an armload of roses. Who cared if it was a cliché? Mindy loved them.
He remembered buying them for her. The two of them together at the farmersâ market, wandering from stall to stall, buying bread rounds still warm from baking and bags of vegetables still thick with dirt and leaves. The way she managed to look at every display, ferreted out everything interesting, made people smile as she talked to them.
Roses. So much like her in the way she opened to the world.
Glimpsed through the pane of glass in the door, she seemed so small in the hospital bed. Her eyes were shut. Her hair had once been long, but now it was short, one or two inches at most.
He said to Dr. Avosh, âWhy did you cut her hair?â
The doctor chuckled. âI can see where it would seem that way. But itâs because weâve had a limited amount of time for her to grow hair in. Itâll come.â
âWonât that mess with her memories?â
âWeâve compensated.â The doctor put her hand on the gray metal doorknob before looking back over her shoulder at him. âAre you ready to say hello?â
He nodded, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.
The room smelled of lemon disinfectant. The nurse already there took the flowers from him with a muted squeal of delight. âArenât these pretty! Iâll put them in water.â
Mindyâs eyes were still shut.
âAre you awake, Mindy?â the doctor said. âYou have a visitor.â
Her eyes opened, fixing on him immediately. âAntony.â
The same smile, the same voice.
Emotion pushed him to the bed and he gathered her hands in his, kissing them over and over, before he laid his head down on the cool white hospital sheet and cried for the first time since she died.
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Heâd asked before what sort of cover story they would have for her waking up in the hospital. Of course theyâd thought of that already: a slip in the shower, a knock on the head that accounted for any dizziness or disorientation.
Heâd prepared the house as well, made it as close as he could remember to their days together, removed the dingy detritus of a bachelor existence by bringing a cleaning service in. If it seemed too different and she questioned it, heâd tell her that heâd hired the service to help him cope while she was in the hospital.
In the taxi home, as they rumbled their way up Queen Anne, he noticed it.
She didnât look
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