The chain of events flashed through my mind as I stood there.
My new husband Nick’s sister was coming to visit. She hadn’t seemed to like me all that much. I’d only met her once. At our wedding.
Nick and I were both living on the west coast, both from the east coast. We just clicked when we met. Neither of us got home much, consequently by the time we knew we were each other’s one, neither of us had met the other’s family. I met Deidra at the wedding, and we only spoke briefly because Nick and I were only there for the weekend.
I wanted to impress her. We’d never used our guest room because we’d never had guests. It was basically a big closet. There was a bed, but nothing else, so off to the bedding store. Nick wanted to help but there was a big deadline at his work, so I did it all. It was the least I could do, trying to impress my new sister.
Big fluffy feather pillows, a lovely quilt, and a box full of pictures and knick-knacks to make it homey. It looked great.
As I stood here in the hospital corridor, all this went through my mind. Nick had told me a story once of rushing Deidra to the emergency room when she was twelve. Apparently, he failed to mention it was because she was allergic to feathers.
Walking into her room, there she was, swollen, red and blotchy. She even had a tube down her throat. I didn’t know what to say. She took one look at me and said, “My brother is your problem now! Good luck!” and she burst out laughing.
We were the best of friends for sixty-two years, longer than the marriage actually.