One
“Its my life and Ill live it my way!”
At this clearly recognizable battle cry from behind the hospital room door, Alys Seagraves almost cracked up. Blown away in relief, she slid down the wall of the corridor and tried not to laughor she might end up crying.
Mame was alive and kicking. Not only kicking, but butchering Frank Sinatra songs.
Alys had spent these last few hours terrified that her best friend may have died like everyone else in her small universe.
Assuming a lotus position on the corridor floor, she sought her center as shed learned to do in Mames School of Alternative Life Lessons. Palms turned up and resting on her knees, she took a deep breath.
Deliberately wiping out negativity, she concentrated on the here and now, seeking the good times as Mame had taught her to do. Head up, eyes closed, Alys focused on the long-ago morning when her six-year-old self complained about writing the “ys” in “Alys” instead of the easier “Alice.”
Her conservative, gray-haired mother got a faraway look in her eyes and smiled. “I thought if I could have a beautiful miracle like you at forty, we should celebrate with a special name, one all your own.”
It wasnt until later that Alys realized what a break in tradition that bit of whimsy was for her conventional parents. She treasured that memory. She loved them for trying to give her the freedom theyd never experienced in their hardworking lives.
“Life cant be vacuum-packed and preserved like meat in a freezer!” Mames familiar voice bellowed from the hospital room across the corridor. “Dont put that thing on me.”
Groaning at Mames cockeyed argument, Alys leaned her head against the concrete block wall.
If the hospital personnel and visitors scurrying past her thought it odd to see a twenty-seven-year-old woman assume the lotus position in a hospital corridor, they offered no indication of it. Alys was rather proud that shed made it this far into the bowels of her personal hell.
Love is the power that heals. She repeated her mantra, seeking her energy balance. She would think positive thoughts and look to the bright, gleaming future. Mame would not die. Not like her father. And mother.
And Fred. Orphaned and widowed within two years.
Angrily fighting back tears, she scooted up the wall, using the cold concrete as a brace for her backbone. Shoving away, she marched the few feet into Mames room.
“Thank goodness, there you are!” Disregarding the nurse attempting to take her pulse, Mame cranked the head of her bed into a sitting position at the sight of Alys. “Get me out of here. I have entirely too much to do to lie about any longer while these people poke and prod me.”
Mames naturally thin build gave her lined face an almost ascetic appearance of skin and sharp bones, but the vivid red of her hair bespoke her vibrancy. Shed had her roots touched up for the trip.
“What did the doctor say?” Alys hoped her voice wasnt as hoarse as it sounded as she tried to ignore the dripping IV and clicking heart monitors.
Suppressing her fear fed the bubbling panic. In her head, the room diminished to throbbing tubes, blinking lights, and the pounding thrum of heartbeats. Her breath caught in her lungs.
“Sit down,” Mame ordered. “Youre turning whiter than I am.”
The nurse chuckled and dropped Mames bony wrist to note her chart. “The doctor said she has a myocar- dial infarction, and he wants to run more tests. Are you family?”
“Theyve called Elliot,” Mame said with disapproval, not giving Alys time to reply, much less to run away or even sit down. “Well have to make a break for it before he gets here. Sign me out.”
“Unless youre family, you cant do that.” The nurse pulled the curtains across the window, shutting out the sunshine. “You shouldnt even be in here. Mrs. Emerson needs her rest.”
“I have all eternity to rest,” Mame protested.
“Mame, its all right.” Why did Mame not want to see her famous nephew? Alys thought Doc Nice might be very handy to have around in a hospital. Hed always seemed immensely intelligent and amusing on the radio. “You scared the bejeebers out of me back there,” she said to change the subject.
“Miss, you really need to leave.” The nurse hung up the chart and cranked the bed down.
“I wont rest unless she stays,” Mame announced, not with the querulousness of age but the imperiousness of a queen. “Does she look capable of smuggling me out?”
The five-ten, two-hundred-pound nurse looked at Alys in her childish smocked dress with the skirt falling at mid-thigh and snorted. “She doesnt look big enough to be out of school.” The nurse flipped off the overhead light, immersing them in darkness before padding out and closing the door.
Alys wrinkled her nose and sank to the tile floor, resting her head against her crossed legs. If she could find her center, she might stay without freaking out.
“Hows Beulah? I didnt wreck her, did I?” Mame whispered eagerly, snapping on the bed light.
Alys sought her friends eager expression in the pale glow of the lamp. Mame was fine. Mame had to be fine.
Alyss rusted-out Nissan was not fine. It had been totaled when Mame passed out at the wheel of her CadillacBeulahcrashing it into the Nissans rear end, thereby transforming her rusty little car into an accordion against the garage wall.
“Beulah just has a dented bumper,” she replied reassuringly. “I drove her over here.”
“Then help me out of here. We need to be gone before Elliot arrives.” Mame fiddled with the wires hooking her to the monitor in an apparent attempt to remove them.
“Mame! Youve had a heart attack.” At least, thats what she guessed an infarction was. “You cant just get up and walk out.” Although she certainly sympathized with Mames determination to escape. How could anyone get well in the chilly dark with machines beeping off heartbeats as if they were minutes on a parking meter?
“I know how much you hate being here.” Mame frowned when the monitor apparently didnt detach as easily as she expected. “There is no reason to keep me here except doctors are afraid of being sued.”
“My dislike of hospitals is irrational,” Alys protested halfheartedly. “Doctors did everything they could for Fred. Its unfortunate that cures for cancer havent developed beyond the witch doctor stage, but that doesnt apply to you. You should listen to them.”
“They nuked Fred and stuffed him with pills until he wanted to die, which made his last years hell for both of you,” Mame said vehemently, examining the IV attachment. “I refuse to die like that. When Im ready to go, I want to go with a big bang.”
Alys bit back a semi-hysterical giggle. “You almost did. The neighbors thought theyd been bombed. Beulah packs a wallop.”
Mame beamed. “There, see, you can smile. Now get up off that floor and unchain me.”
Alys took another deep breath and stubbornly maintained her yoga position.
Undeterred by her young friends refusal to comply with orders, Mame noted with delight that Alys had finally shed her depressing blacks.
Mame wasnt certain she understood Alyss choice of coming-out clothes, but she heartily approved the thought behind them. The pink cotton dress printed with tiny blue hearts and flowers belonged on a child, but the scooped neckline revealed womanly cleavage, and the elasticized smocking showed off the slender waistline of youth. Alys still looked like a teenager untouched by life.
Other than the creamy skin of a child, Alys possessed no one remarkable feature. She was of average height and weight, with sleek, mink-colored haircurrently cut with wisps that stuck out at stray anglesunremarkable gray eyes, and even features. But Mame had watched the men at the school swivel to follow Alyss progress through the halls. Even in dull black, her attire had emphasized her womanly attributes.
Mame liked to think she was responsible for Alyss transformation, but she knew shed only coaxed out what had been lost for a while. She suspected that provocative baby-doll dress had come from Alyss college wardrobe.
At the sound of a familiar determined stride down the hall, Mame sighed in exasperation. She should have known Elliot would run from the ends of the earth to be here.
Elliot would insist on batteries of tests, forcing her to stay in here for days. She couldnt stay. She was on a mission, but Elliot would never understand that. She loved her brilliant nephew, but his focused lifestyle limited his optionsand hers.
Mame glanced down at Alys, who had apparently entered a meditative trance, and the germ of an idea blossomed.
Shed been on her way over to Alyss to explain about the student who needed their help. It wouldnt have required a great deal of change to their travel plans, but she didnt dare tell her now with Elliot about to walk in.
Mame fully intended to help Dulce save her niece, but Elliot would never approve of the risk. She thought Alys might.