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attention—like a
bicycle tire on polished floors. In the doorway appeared the most elegant woman
I’d ever seen, nestled in a wheel chair. The hum of the electric motor drowned
out the shrill sound of the tire as she grew closer. We made eye contact and
the woman gasped.
“Oh Xavier, she’s beautiful.”
What was going on?
“I told Sebastian to trust you. Xavier, you have always
had exquisite taste. That’s one of the things that Lydia, God rest her soul,
loved most about you.” She pressed the steering stick and parked her chair just
in front of me. She didn’t look like she needed the chair, all of her limbs
were intact, but the bag tied to her chair hinted at hidden problems.
“Let me get a look at you.” She raised her hand slowly and
it trembled as it would in a woman three times her age. Her smooth, creamy
fingers wrapped around my hand as it continued to shake. “I can’t thank you
enough. You have my undying gratitude.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. What was I missing? “I’m sorry,
but I…”
Dr. Vincent interrupted, “Forgive me, Miriam. Elaine only
arrived two evenings ago. I didn’t realize you would want to meet her, so I
haven’t exactly explained everything.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Oh my…my dear…I can’t imagine what
you’re thinking.”
“I have to admit, I’m a bit confused.” I shifted in my
seat.
“Elaine. Even your name is lovely. I’m Sebastian’s wife.”
I tried to object, but she silenced me.
“This must seem so strange. Let me explain. Lydia and I were
best friends since before we started grammar school. Our families were very
close; I called Lydia sister. When she brought Xavier home to France, I couldn’t
have been more thrilled. When I met Sebastian at one of my shows, the puzzle
was complete. Then tragedy struck, first with me and then with Lydia. I’m sure Xavier
explained Lydia’s passing. Right Xavier?” She shot him a scolding look.
“Yes. She knows.”
“Well, several years before Lydia took ill, I developed an
extremely rare and progressive form of MS. Most forms of Multiple Sclerosis are
manageable with the new drugs on the market, but my condition is terminal.”
I covered my mouth
with my free hand to contain my gasp. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, don’t feel bad. There are worse ways to go. And I’m
already cheating the fates. The textbooks said I should have died last year. Well,
excuse my language, but fuck them. I’m not done yet.”
I admired her spirit. I don’t know that I could be so
strong staring into the face of death. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t pity me, beautiful one. I’ve had it all—money,
fame, fortune.”
Marco set his fork on the plate. “Miriam was a prominent
actress and sex symbol here in France. All Parisians know her face and her…”
“Marco! Yes, well it’s hard to be a sex symbol with a
colostomy bag dangling from your hip, but I still do appearances and
fundraisers. I try to keep active.”
“That’s wonderful.” I couldn’t help but smile while her
shaking fingers grasped mine.
“Now darling, the part that Xavier forgot to mention. After
years of me harassing him to move on, and Lydia would have wanted it that way,
he finally confessed to what he had planned for you. I know about
his…ahhh…limitations and Lydia’s love of men.”
I cleared my throat. It was all so unbelievable.
She continued, “The one thing I love more than my next
breath is my husband. He works day and night saving lives. He cares for me and
I couldn’t ask for anyone better. But in my condition, I can’t give him what he
deserves. As you can tell, I barely have the strength to squeeze your hand, and
my legs no longer hold me. I’ve lost sensation over most of my body and the
tubes make it impossible to feel sexy. He tries to help me but…I’m not stupid,
Elaine. He’s a beautiful man in the prime of his life and I’m fighting to hold
on, but I don’t know how much will be left of me in the
bicycle tire on polished floors. In the doorway appeared the most elegant woman
I’d ever seen, nestled in a wheel chair. The hum of the electric motor drowned
out the shrill sound of the tire as she grew closer. We made eye contact and
the woman gasped.
“Oh Xavier, she’s beautiful.”
What was going on?
“I told Sebastian to trust you. Xavier, you have always
had exquisite taste. That’s one of the things that Lydia, God rest her soul,
loved most about you.” She pressed the steering stick and parked her chair just
in front of me. She didn’t look like she needed the chair, all of her limbs
were intact, but the bag tied to her chair hinted at hidden problems.
“Let me get a look at you.” She raised her hand slowly and
it trembled as it would in a woman three times her age. Her smooth, creamy
fingers wrapped around my hand as it continued to shake. “I can’t thank you
enough. You have my undying gratitude.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. What was I missing? “I’m sorry,
but I…”
Dr. Vincent interrupted, “Forgive me, Miriam. Elaine only
arrived two evenings ago. I didn’t realize you would want to meet her, so I
haven’t exactly explained everything.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Oh my…my dear…I can’t imagine what
you’re thinking.”
“I have to admit, I’m a bit confused.” I shifted in my
seat.
“Elaine. Even your name is lovely. I’m Sebastian’s wife.”
I tried to object, but she silenced me.
“This must seem so strange. Let me explain. Lydia and I were
best friends since before we started grammar school. Our families were very
close; I called Lydia sister. When she brought Xavier home to France, I couldn’t
have been more thrilled. When I met Sebastian at one of my shows, the puzzle
was complete. Then tragedy struck, first with me and then with Lydia. I’m sure Xavier
explained Lydia’s passing. Right Xavier?” She shot him a scolding look.
“Yes. She knows.”
“Well, several years before Lydia took ill, I developed an
extremely rare and progressive form of MS. Most forms of Multiple Sclerosis are
manageable with the new drugs on the market, but my condition is terminal.”
I covered my mouth
with my free hand to contain my gasp. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, don’t feel bad. There are worse ways to go. And I’m
already cheating the fates. The textbooks said I should have died last year. Well,
excuse my language, but fuck them. I’m not done yet.”
I admired her spirit. I don’t know that I could be so
strong staring into the face of death. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t pity me, beautiful one. I’ve had it all—money,
fame, fortune.”
Marco set his fork on the plate. “Miriam was a prominent
actress and sex symbol here in France. All Parisians know her face and her…”
“Marco! Yes, well it’s hard to be a sex symbol with a
colostomy bag dangling from your hip, but I still do appearances and
fundraisers. I try to keep active.”
“That’s wonderful.” I couldn’t help but smile while her
shaking fingers grasped mine.
“Now darling, the part that Xavier forgot to mention. After
years of me harassing him to move on, and Lydia would have wanted it that way,
he finally confessed to what he had planned for you. I know about
his…ahhh…limitations and Lydia’s love of men.”
I cleared my throat. It was all so unbelievable.
She continued, “The one thing I love more than my next
breath is my husband. He works day and night saving lives. He cares for me and
I couldn’t ask for anyone better. But in my condition, I can’t give him what he
deserves. As you can tell, I barely have the strength to squeeze your hand, and
my legs no longer hold me. I’ve lost sensation over most of my body and the
tubes make it impossible to feel sexy. He tries to help me but…I’m not stupid,
Elaine. He’s a beautiful man in the prime of his life and I’m fighting to hold
on, but I don’t know how much will be left of me in the
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