Chapter 50

“I don’t know what’s going on here,” I said, “but bear with me while I get to the bottom of it.”

Turning back to Dani, I said, “Okay, Danilo Rosati, that was unworthy of you—what’s going on? Last time I saw you, you were in pretty good spirits, so talk.”

“My doctor was here just before lunch.”

“And?”

“He sort of dropped a little bomb in my lap.”

“What?” I said.

“My one functioning kidney is not only not getting better, it’s”—his voice broke—“getting worse.”

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry, but we’ll get you through this. I’ll call Malcolm and see if I can get you moved up on the list right now.”

“Thanks. I have my first dialysis session in the morning.”

The tears were flowing steadily, so I grabbed some tissues from the box beside the bed and wiped his eyes. “Let me get something to wash your face with. Now, say hello to your visitors, and be nice, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”