"I'm coming up."
It was simple. It was as simple as waiting for the buzzer, opening the
door, waiting for the elevator, pressing another button, waiting to be
carried to the twelfth floor, waiting for the door to slide, walking
across the hall to the apartment door, waiting for it to open, waiting,
waiting, waiting....
* * * * *
"I hoped you would come, Harry. Really, I wanted to see you. You're
looking well."
"You're looking well, too." She was. She wore a dressing gown of
some gossamer material over her flannel pajamas. She'd never liked
nightgowns.
"Nice trip back?"
"Long one."
"Weather bad? No, there's no weather up there."
"I can't complain."
"Did you have anything to eat?"
"Don't bother. I only wanted to say hello." Goodbye, he meant.
"Harry's asleep now."
"Harry?"
"Your son."
"Oh."
"He goes to bed at eight o'clock."