Her mother sat on the other side of the girl’s bed. “Why did you say it like that?” she asked, but she was grinning as she spoke.
Ever since the night of Kalinda’s crisis, the little girl had been getting better. Simon didn’t have to look at her chart to see the truth. She was awake most of the day, energetic, talkative and interested in what was going on around her. At this rate, he could squeeze in two, maybe three surgeries before he left.
Kalinda pointed to the picture. It was a simple drawing of a face. He used it a lot when he was working with children. Showing someone what would be happening often made more sense than trying to talk about it. Plus, he’d been told he could get too technical and graphic. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare her.
“When you do that are you gonna cover my whole face? Will I look like a mummy?”
“Probably half a mummy.”
“Then I can walk down the halls at night with my arms straight in front of me and frighten the nurses.” Kalinda sounded delighted at the thought. “You need to make sure I’m a full mummy for Halloween.”
Fay looked at her daughter. “You know Dr. Bradley won’t be here for Halloween.”
“Yes, he will.” She looked at him. “You promised. You pinkie promised. You have to stay.”
He could see the righteous anger in her blue eyes. At last someone was going to yell at him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t anyone he wanted to be mad at him.
“Kalinda,” he began.
“Uh-uh. You promised. You were promising when my heart stopped. You can’t go back on that now.”
Fay stood. “I’ll walk you out,” she told Simon and led him into the hallway.
When they were standing facing each other, she smiled an apology. “I’m sorry about that. Kalinda can be very stubborn. You probably find it annoying, but I’m so happy to see that she’s herself again.”
“I see the improvement as well.”
He wanted to protest that he hadn’t promised, but knew the girl was right. He had been promising. But soon he was leaving anyway.
Going back on his word to a kid? How screwed up was that?
Once again he found himself missing Montana—her emotional sanity had become something he depended upon. Without her he was adrift in a world where he didn’t belong.
Fay touched his arm. “I want to thank you for all you’ve done. We wouldn’t have gotten through this without you.”
He wanted to tell her that of course she would have, but he accepted her words with a smile. That’s what Montana would have told him to do.
Back in his office, he updated his charts, then leaned back in his chair. He stared at his cell phone, knowing how easy it would be to call. But then what? Nothing had changed. It was better for both of them if he didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep.
“I SAW THE MOVIES a bunch of times, but this is better,” Daniel told Montana as he sat in one of the small conference rooms at the library. “My mom already bought me the whole set. They’re kind of hard, but it’s fun, too.” His nose wrinkled. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
Montana held in a smile. “Because reading isn’t cool?”
“No. I don’t want to be one of those smart kids.”
Peer pressure started early, she thought.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the Harry Potter books. They’re some of my favorites, too.” She watched Daniel pet Buddy, who sat patiently at his side.
“Is a million dollars a lot of money?” she asked casually.
Daniel stared at her. “Yeah.” His tone made it clear he thought she was an idiot for asking.
“I think so, too. Do you know that according to some studies, people who go to college earn a million dollars more in their lifetime than people who don’t?”
There were plenty of exceptions, but she wasn’t going to get into that with Daniel.
“A million dollars more?”
“Uh-huh. Sometimes being smart is kind of a good thing.” She leaned toward him. “I don’t know why you had trouble reading, but that’s all gone. You’ve jumped two grades in your reading ability just in the past few weeks. It’s like your brain was getting ready and getting ready and suddenly it is ready.”
He gave her a shy smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to try before. It was hard.”
“I know, but you tried anyway. Buddy likes that in a guy.”
He hugged the dog. “Buddy’s really smart, too.”
“He is. But here’s the thing. They’re going to reassess your reading abilities when you go back to school, and you’re going to get moved to a different group of students.”
“With the really smart kids?” He sounded concerned.
“It depends on how you do. I know you’re worried that your friends won’t be happy if you change. But that’s what growing up is about. Changing. Trying new things. Do you want to play sports in high school?”
He nodded vigorously.
“You need good grades to stay on the team. The same in college.”
“I’d love to play college ball. Do you think I could?”