Chapter 21

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Atlanta, GAPhilip

CHARLES WAS IN the bed, still unconscious, and there were tubes and things leading from his body in several places. I took charge of my wheelchair, rolled over to the bed awkwardly with one hand, and took Charles’ right hand, the one that didn’t have needles attached to tubes protruding from it. I kissed his hand, put it against my cheek, and found that I was silently crying.

Oh God, Charles,I thought, I can’t bear seeing you like this. Come back to us now. Please. The tears flowed down my cheeks, but no sound came out. Richard and Gran walked up behind me, and I said, “I’m sorry, but my background is French, and I don’t have Charles’ stiff upper lip tradition to fall back on. I’ve waited all my life to find someone to love like I love him, and to almost lose him is more than I can bear.”