"She has a driver. You still need to have an IV later, and someone should be with you." Leon poured her a glass of water. "Lydia, take your medicine. There's a lot of it. You can take it in two doses."
It was 7th floor, room 7. Leon still liked the number 7 as much as before.
His luck was back, but where did that leave me?
I held a bouquet of carnations and saw Leon sitting close to the bed, holding Lydia's hand. I knew he was warming it for her.
Lydia often had IV treatments in winter. Leon, afraid she would be cold, would always warm her hands like this. I knew that.
I knocked on the door.
"Good morning, Violet!" Lydia said, carefully pulling her hand free from Leon's grip.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" I put down the flowers and sat casually on the chair without making eye contact with Leon.
"I'm feeling better. Once I'm discharged, we can get together again." Lydia seemed to have come to terms with her physical condition.
I changed the subject. "Leon, can you go home today? I want to discuss something about Withe with you."
Leon looked at me and gave a slight, disdainful laugh as if he thought I was up to some trick.