“No, I think they meant, like, just ‘K,’ the letter.”
“Oh. Even weirder,” I snort. It was weird. “Curioser and curioser... Ruby, my nurse, tells me he’s super mysterious but has a body she’d, and I quote, ‘leave her ol’ man for’...if he were still alive. So, you haven’t heard anything about him?” I ask.
Harriet grins a grin I know all too well.
“Whaaat?” I am almost too scared to ask.
“Do you have a cru-ush on your mystery man?” She asks, annoyingly chipper now that she can see I’m going to be okay.
“Er, no. Wouldn’t YOU be curious about a man who came out of nowhere to save your life and who just disappeared when you woke up from a head injury?” I argue, not without reason.
But Harriet is unflappable. “Eh, mildly curious, not ‘the only thing I can think about’ curious.”
“I’m not!” I protest.
“Oh, really? All you’ve asked is about Mr. Mystery Man. You haven’t asked what else has happened in the time you’ve been out, what’s happened with the two men who attacked you, who’s been to visit, how my sex life is...” She pouts.
I laugh, the last of the tears dried. She has a point.
I just can’t stop wondering, who is he?