I thought of the four deliveries I’d done since I was put on notice. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He picked up the remote control and shut off the television. “Ready for bed?”
Outside, the sky wasn’t even completely dark. I glanced at the clock above the television and frowned. “It’s eight fifteen.”
“I know.”
“Oh.”
We smiled at each other. Then the phone rang.
“I’ll get rid of them,” Robert said, heading for the phone. He winked as he lifted the receiver to his ear. “Hello? Yes, she’s right here.” He held the phone out to me. “It’s Gillian.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I stood and took the phone. “Gillian? Is everything okay? How is the baby?”
“She’s fine.” Gillian’s voice was steady but small. “She’s doing really well actually. We have a meeting next week with a plastic surgeon that Dr. Johnson recommended to discuss her first surgery. Everyone’s been really optimistic that it will be repaired by the time she starts school.”
I hadn’t realized how stiff my body had been until it started to soften. “That’s … that’s … wonderful, Gillian. I don’t know what to say. It’s fantastic.”
“It is fantastic. Look, I know we’re not supposed to be communicating.”
“No we’re not,” I said, remembering at the same time as she said it. “But I’m glad you called. I’ve been thinking about you.”
“And I’ve been thinking about you. I can’t believe you’re being investigated. And, I’m really sorry, but I think I’ve made it worse.”
The boulder in my stomach, which had disappeared for the last few, jokey minutes with Robert, came back instantly. “What do you mean?”
“The investigator contacted me and I told her the complaint was ridiculous, and that you didn’t do anything wrong. I answered all her questions, but … I think she is going to twist what I said.”
“What did you say?”
“That you didn’t inform me of the risks of waiting to suture a third-degree tear. I did say that I would have insisted on going with my baby anyway, and that it wouldn’t have mattered if you did inform me. But the investigator, she zeroed in on the fact that you didn’t inform me and kept asking questions about that. I should’ve just said that you did inform me. I wish I had. I just froze when she asked me, and then I … I thought she would know if I was lying. You didn’t inform me, did you? Perhaps I forgot?”
“No, I didn’t.” Robert, who was still standing there, pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the bedroom, and I nodded. “The investigator is right, I should have,” I said to Gillian. “And you were right not to lie. That might have made things worse. I appreciate you calling to tell me, and I’m sorry you’ve had to be involved in any of this.”
“But will you get into trouble? I feel terrible.”
“If I do get into trouble, it will be my fault, not yours. Really, Gillian, you shouldn’t worry about this. You’ve given your statement honestly which is exactly what you should have done. You need to focus your energies on your darling daughter. Leave this investigation business to me.”
“You really are an angel, you know that? I don’t know how you can be so strong through all of this. You’re amazing.”
“No, you are amazing. As for me, if the Board of Nursing finds me to have been negligent, it won’t be because of something you said. It will be because of something I did. And I’ll have to face the consequences.”
“Well, no matter what they find, I’ll be calling you to deliver my next baby.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Gill. You take care.”
“You too.”
I ended the call and slumped into the chair. And with Robert waiting for me in the bedroom, I finally felt some empathy for him. Turns out life could be quite the libido killer.
21
Floss
“Breech? You’re sure, dear?”
When Neva arrived on my doorstep with groceries, I’d had a feeling something was up. Her hair, which was normally smooth and restrained in a ponytail, was wild and stringy. At first I’d thought it was Grace standing there. Her face had been flushed, and it looked like she’d been crying. Now, with her legs crossed underneath her on my sofa, the tears flowed freely.
“Completely sure.” A new tear slipped down her cheek and she flicked it away. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Don’t apologize, dear.”
“… the ridiculous thing is, I didn’t even notice it was breech. It was Patrick who pointed it out. Patrick is the guy you met at the hospital,” she said before I could ask. “He’s the one who is pretending to be the father of the baby.”
I repeated the sentence in my head to be sure I’d heard correctly. “Pretending to be the father?”
Neva nodded.
“I see.” I tried to keep my face neutral. Any reaction too large had a way of frightening my granddaughter into silence, and she clearly needed to talk this through. “And why is he doing that?”
“He offered, to help with the questions. We’re kind of seeing each other.”
I waited, but Neva didn’t say anything more. “Patrick must care about you a lot to pretend to be the baby’s father,” I said gently. “Are his feelings reciprocated?”
“Yes, but…” She trailed away.
“But what, dear?”
“I just don’t see how it can last. He’s not the baby’s father. And sooner or later, he’s going to want to know who is.”
“You wouldn’t consider telling him?”
“I can’t. He’d leave me.”
Behind Neva, Lil trailed the hall, a garbage bag in her hand. I met her eye briefly. Last night, once I’d finished recounting my own secret, Lil had thanked me for telling her then excused herself for bed. This morning, she’d bustled around, preoccupied with all the jobs in the house that suddenly needed doing. I left her to it. She needed time to process.
“You never know,” I said. “People can surprise you.”
“Not this time.”
Neva sank farther into the couch, almost as though she wanted to disappear into it. I knew better than to push her. “Well, it’s up to you, of course.”
“I wish he was the actual father, Gran.”
“But he’s not,” I said. “No point in wishing things are different than they are.” Neva nodded, staring at her lap. “For what it’s worth, though,” I added, “I think biology is an amazing but largely irrelevant part of being a parent.”
“You do?”
I nodded. “In fact, I think choosing to be there for a child, despite the fact that you aren’t biologically related to it, makes it even more special.”
Slowly, a smile appeared. “You’re so wise, you know that?”
“Not wise. Just old.”
She heaved herself out of the chair and kissed my cheek. “I have to go.”
Neva saw herself out, and the room was quiet again, apart from Lil shuffling around in another room. After a minute or two, she came in and lowered herself onto the opposite sofa. “Is Neva gone?”
I nodded. “She’s found out her baby is breech.”
“Breech?”
“Upside down. She’ll probably have to have a C-section. Not the end of the world, but a disappointment for Neva.” I exhaled. “She also has some other personal problems. Poor love has got herself into quite the tangle with this baby/father business.”
“Were you able to offer her some advice?”
“I’m hardly one to be giving advice on secrets, Lil. Besides, it’s complicated. Now that she has Patrick, she has so much to lose.”
“There’s always something to lose when it comes to revealing a truth,” Lil said. “But there’s also something to be gained.”
Before me, Lil had only loved once before, a woman name Rosita. Rosita was married to a man with whom she shared four children, and she told Lil that when her youngest son turned eighteen, she would leave. As the time grew close, Lil searched for rental properties and found a cottage in Jamestown—two bedrooms, in case any of the children wanted to come and stay. But Rosita’s youngest son’s birthday came and went, and still, Rosita only came for day visits to the cottage. They’d cook meals together, go grocery shopping. Take strolls along the beach. Then, at night, Rosita went home again to her husband.