Inside, the familiar bite of antiseptic met me. A volunteer mentioned Lucas was in the courtyard with another patient. I headed toward the glass doors, smoothing my hair, trying to appear less worn.
Then I heard him.
“You adjust,” Lucas said. “People think it’s tragic, but honestly, there are perks.”
The other man laughed. “Your wife does everything. That doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it?” Lucas replied easily. “Marianne’s dependable. She doesn’t leave. She has nowhere else to go.”
I stopped just out of view, my breath trapped in my chest.
“Sounds like you made out well,” the man said.
“I did,” Lucas answered. “Full care, no cost. No facilities. No bills. Just patience and hope keeping her right where she is.”
