Chapter 18Lene and Boone accompanied me to the Hotel Dieu this afternoon. We met in the lobby of the cancer ward.
As I walked up to them, I had an urge to grab hold of their beautiful smooth hands, and run down the hall, until our feet left the ground, to leave Death far behind.
Let that miserable b***h eat our dust.
Boone, who was out of his cop uniform and looking handsome, but frazzled, met me halfway and squeezed my shoulder. “Hey…How you holding up?”
Lene wrapped her arms around me and sobbed quietly. Her hot tears wet my neck. The news of Aunt Fran’s imminent death has rattled Lene. She remembers her vividly. “Francine was my role model,” she said into my shirt. “I should have kept in touch.”
Boone gently nudged her out of my embrace. “Come on, sis, let’s go say hello.”
We hudd
