They ate in silence for a few minutes.
She forced herself to eat slowly so she could savor every bite. Across
from her, Hamon had no problem gobbling down his burger. Even licking
the salt from his fingers as he stuffed fries into his mouth. It was
refreshing to see there was no pretense of him trying to be anything
other than what he was. It was as if he didn’t care what others thought
about him, which finally compelled her to speak.
“I have a confession
to make.”
“I’m not a priest, if
that’s what you’re thinking.” He grinned to let her know he was halfway
joking.
“While you were gone,
I called the market to have them deliver a few things.”
He glanced over at the
front door. “When are they supposed to arrive?”
“Not until tomorrow
morning. But while I was on the phone, I asked the lady, Sheila, if
she’d ever heard of you.”
She didn’t know how he
would react to the news, but the last thing she expected was for him to
sit back in the chair and cross an ankle over a knee as he fed the last
of his fries into his mouth.
“What did you find
out?” He seemed amused.
“You’re…not mad?”
“No. Why would I be?”
“Not even peeved? Just
a little?”
Dropping both feet to
the floor, he leaned over the coffee table, closer to her. “Listen.
You’re a young woman who has severe health problems, or else you
wouldn’t be on oxygen. You come back to town where you grew up, but you
know practically no one. You’re alone, you’re afraid, and you’re very
wary of complete strangers who try to help you. Especially men. If I was
in your shoes, I’d probably feel the same way.” He leaned back again.
“So what did she tell you?”
“That you were in the
Air Force. That you were shot down, and were a POW for over a year
before you were released. You got an honorable discharge because you’d
been injured. You moved to Templeterry even though you don’t have any
family here. You drive for YouRide as another source of income. Oh, and
half the women in town are secretly in love with you.”
That last part made
him laugh out loud. It was genuine, infectious, and almost lit up the
room. Brindle could easily see why women might swoon over him. If she
could afford to laugh, she would. Instead, she forced herself to keep it
to a wide smile.
“Well, I guess that
explains why the majority of my return customers are mostly female,” he
quipped. “All right. Tit for tat. Time for me to confess. I peeked
inside your suitcase and saw your discharge orders from the hospital.”
She stared at him
wide-eyed. “Did you read them?”
“No. They confirmed
what I suspected.”
“Which was?”
“That you’d come
directly from a hospital.” He paused for a second. “Can I ask what’s
wrong with you?”
“I have pulmonary
fibrosis. My lungs are turning into concrete, which means I’ll
eventually get to the point where I’m going to die of asphyxiation.” Her
words sounded clipped and harsh, but she couldn’t help it. She’d been
fighting this disease and her inevitable death for months. For nine
months, to be exact.
Hamon stared at her
for so long, she began to feel uneasy under his intense gaze. Dropping
her eyes, she tried to munch on some fries. When he spoke again, his
voice was soft but without any pity.
“You came home to die,
didn’t you?” |
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