But there was no response, and gradually the lilac smell faded. Garner sought with his mind, but felt nothing, and at last, seating himself, he was left to consider whether he had imagined the scent.
* * * *
Two weeks passed, and neither Garner nor the manager attempted contact. Thanks to Sharon’s loan, and Vera’s repeated visits, when she brought over the food she said she wouldn’t eat because she had over-shopped, Garner wasn’t in any imminent danger of being unable to pay his bills. But he didn’t enjoy being effectively dependent on others.
Meanwhile, he became if anything more determined about both diet and exercise, and so finally came to the point where his clothes did not fit anymore. He had tightened his belt to the limit of its holes, but the pants began to look like those of a circus clown.
One day, after they met for lunch, Vera announced that she was taking him clothes shopping.
“I don’t think it’s that noticeable,” he countered, but Vera shook her head.