Ethan and I began visiting more often.
Eventually, after another fall, we had the conversation.
“You could stay with us for a few weeks,” Ethan said.
Margaret glared at him.
“I have a house.”
“You have a staircase you can barely climb.”
“I’ve climbed it for forty years.”
“And now you don’t have to.”
She looked at me.
I stayed quiet.
Finally she asked:
“You agree with him?”
“I think you should come until you’re stronger.”
“I’m not getting stronger.”
The bluntness of that surprised me.
I sat beside her.
“Then come until we figure out something better.”
Margaret studied me for several seconds.
“You always talk like a lawyer.”
“I’m a bookkeeper.”
“Same disease.”
She came for three weeks.
She stayed twelve years.
Ethan worked for an industrial systems company based in Bellhaven.
The commute alone was almost two hours when traffic was bad.
