“The chair goes on the truck next month.

Then it’s out of your way and out of hers.”

“Who’s her doctor?”

“He’s a friend of mine.

He’s seen her twice.” Marcus stood and straightened his sleeve.

The phone buzzed again, and he carried it into the hall, and through the doorway I heard him say, “Tell him the numbers don’t move until Friday.”

Elisa had her hand in her hair again.

“Everything looks different in the morning.