Well, she was still alive, or something like it, anyway. The first person she thought of wasn't Phoenix or Senna, actually--it was Manny, the same as every other morning. She didn't get up right away, just lay there and wondered whether she should wish he'd be there at breakfast or be glad he wouldn't be. Or even whether she should pray he was still alive or hope he wasn't, so he could go back to El Marrow and get his ticket back, get to where he belonged--and then she did think about the others and she swung her legs out of bed. Wherever Manny and the kids were, she still had people she had to take care of here.
She was still clinging onto the duck cane in one hand. She must have hung onto it even when she was sleeping, and Meche wondered again why the nurses didn't try to take things like that from her. Her ankle took her weight with only the occasional twinge if she didn't try to move too fast, so she got up and walked the cane over to the closet. When the nurse opened the door, she was sitting quietly on the end of the bed, waiting.
She wasn't hungry. Really what she wanted was a cigarette, and to know that the others were okay. Maybe to hear that Domino wasn't coming again this week. Would they let her refuse visitors if so? No, if they'd gone to all the trouble of bringing him back from the dead, they'd probably make her sit with him for a few hours and listen to his insults. Maybe if she just didn't say anything, he'd leave. Sniping right back at him felt good, but it was just what that sleaze ball wanted, wasn't it?
Thinking about Domino's smug face really killed her appetite. Meche got the nurse to walk her by the Sun Room to look at the bulletin board first, and when she was sure everyone was okay, she asked to go to the chapel. She just...needed a little time to decompress, she guessed. Then she'd ask again about letter openers. The nights weren't going to get any easier than this unless she did something to make them easier.
She sat on the far end of an empty pew and bowed her head, wondering what in the world she should pray for. Or to. It was tough to find solace in faith when you knew exactly what was coming, and how ugly it could be. In the end, she just sort of made wishes.
[I heard some creepy little kid with glowing eyes was coming.]
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She was still clinging onto the duck cane in one hand. She must have hung onto it even when she was sleeping, and Meche wondered again why the nurses didn't try to take things like that from her. Her ankle took her weight with only the occasional twinge if she didn't try to move too fast, so she got up and walked the cane over to the closet. When the nurse opened the door, she was sitting quietly on the end of the bed, waiting.
She wasn't hungry. Really what she wanted was a cigarette, and to know that the others were okay. Maybe to hear that Domino wasn't coming again this week. Would they let her refuse visitors if so? No, if they'd gone to all the trouble of bringing him back from the dead, they'd probably make her sit with him for a few hours and listen to his insults. Maybe if she just didn't say anything, he'd leave. Sniping right back at him felt good, but it was just what that sleaze ball wanted, wasn't it?
Thinking about Domino's smug face really killed her appetite. Meche got the nurse to walk her by the Sun Room to look at the bulletin board first, and when she was sure everyone was okay, she asked to go to the chapel. She just...needed a little time to decompress, she guessed. Then she'd ask again about letter openers. The nights weren't going to get any easier than this unless she did something to make them easier.
She sat on the far end of an empty pew and bowed her head, wondering what in the world she should pray for. Or to. It was tough to find solace in faith when you knew exactly what was coming, and how ugly it could be. In the end, she just sort of made wishes.
[I heard some creepy little kid with glowing eyes was coming.]