From that moment on it was half me, or rather me in the passenger seat for the most part, and half Henry, being allowed to “drive.”
I got up, went to the bedroom door, and knocked.
After a silence Hank’s voice came through the door. “Go away!”
“Hank,” I said softly, “it’s me.”
“Go—” And then, another silence, but a curious one.
“Hank!” I called, still softly. “It’s me!”
Still more silence, a long silence. Then, “What?”
“It’s me!” This time I felt Henry truly speaking, even heard the difference in my voice.
The silence beyond the door was longer still this time. Then, barely audible, “No!”
“Yes!May I come in?”
“Henry?” Hank’s voice was anguished. Then a sob. Then, “Do you have to ask?”
I opened the door went in.