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I need conversation, even if it’s just in hushed tones, so I nudge Beau awake. “Hey.”
“Is he out?”
I shake my head. “What favor did you do for the surgeon?”
He yawns and smiles. “I introduced him to his husband.”
It makes me smile, too. “And that’s the favor you called in for this?”
“He told me on their wedding day that he owed me.” Beau shrugs.
“Thanks for that.”
“Never knew what would happen when I introduced that pair. Certainly not this. But I’m glad I did it.”
I chuckle. “Me too.”
“If anyone can do this, it’s John. He’s done a lot of amazing— “
“Please.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to think about what’s happening in there right now. If you don’t mind.”
“Anything you need, Elsie, I’m your guy. You want to play Twister, I’ll find a mat. You want to watch a movie? I’ll bring one up on my phone. If you want a bakery cake, I’m on it. Seriously, whatever you need. Okay?”
“Have you been to this hospital before?”
He swallows. “Yes. A few years ago.”
“It didn’t go well?”
“It went great. Just very stressful.”
“What happened to you? If you don’t mind telling me.”
“Not me,” he explains. “My father. He had a heart attack.”
“Oh. Then this is old hat for you?”
“Not hardly. Dad didn’t fall off a ladder because of it. He felt some indigestion on the golf course and was playing a round with his cardiologist at the time. His heart attack happened on the way here.” He pauses. “It was tenuous at the start. But he pulled through well and after rehab, he’s back on the green with his cardiologist.”
I sigh. “It’s good to hear survivor stories, I think. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
“Making good on your offer of help, if I can push a little more—"
“Whatever you need, Elsie.”
“Do you think you can get me and Mom some coffee? If—“
“Sure. Mint mocha for you, and what does your mom drink?”
Mom pipes up, “If they have it, anything caramel and chocolate.”
He grins. “I can make that happen. Something to eat?”
Mom shakes her head. “Thank you.” Then she grabs her purse and digs in the behemoth. “Just a second, and I’ll get the money for it—“
“It’s on me, Mrs. Braudel.”
