Theme: Yes, AND…
From the sedan window, Drucilla gazed up at the Roman monuments, uplit at night. They paused in the Via del Corso traffic. Lesley beside her, squeezed her hand.
“He’ll be OK. He’ll remember you.”
Dru wasn’t so sure. Her head still fuzzy, she noticed the driver looking back at her in the rearview mirror. He looked away. Then looked back. Dru whispered to Lesley.
“Lesley – why didn’t we take your car?”
“Oh, you know – we don’t know how long we’re going to be there. Plus, hospital parking. We talked about this, Dru.”
Her tone was gentle, but Dru honestly couldn’t remember how they ended up in that town car with blacked out windows. Yet that wasn’t surprising. What she did remember was she was worried for Dante.
She looked up at the wedding cake of the Palazzo Venezia. “57: INGIUSTIZIA” was stretched across a huge banner advert alongside.
“What the hell – a TV show?”
Lesley glanced over, but they’d whooshed past. Across the Tiber, up the winding Gianicolo hill, they at last stopped outside Salvator Mundi International Hospital. Lesley nodded to the driver, slammed the door and they made their way indoors. Dru hesitated.
“I’m scared – what if he’s different since the accident?”
Lesley searched her eyes.
“So you remember?”