He didn’t ask her anymore, and didn’t need to. Miriam began weeping, and instinct told him to embrace her, so they embraced each other. He reached her some Kleenex. “I’m sorry!”, she said. “Never be sorry for emotions that can heal you”, and he assured her it was ok. Miriam burst out with, “I’ve made such a mess of things today!”, and she wept even more. He held her closer, (she was sitting down) until the waves of grief passed. He smiled at her, taking her face in his hands, letting her know it was good to be here, and that she could share more if she needed to. Their foreheads met, and she began to feel relieved. These moments were very special, drew them closer, and melted any ice there may have been lingering. They didn’t know it at the time, but years later they would still remember, these feelings, these moments, in Room 132.
Jeremiah wanted to lighten things up a bit, so after this, he got a wonderful gleam in his eye. He looked her square in the face and asked, “Should I help you with your leg now?”. Realizing he was hoping to see more of her, at the top of her leg, she smiled and said, “No, I can handle that on my own – thank you!” She took the peroxide from his hand, and they both chuckled. “Let me know if you need any stitches there!”, he said laughingly, heading towards the door. He loved her blend of French and African accent!
“Wait!” Miriam had a question, as his hand turned the door handle. He turned to her, and she asked, “How do you know so much about medicine and stitching the skin?” “I didn’t tell you?” “I was in medical school when the wars broke out, I went for 3 years”, he said. “Ah, I see”. Now it was her turn to smile, but she didn’t tell him why. As he went down to cook them some dinner, she was thinking……..well to be honest……she was embarrassed…….because she thinking about having babies, and he would do a wonderful job with the deliveries. She blushed, holding her hand over her mouth. She sure wished her Mama was alive to talk to right now. And she loved his red hair and freckles!
An hour later Miriam entered the dining room again, and the smells were intoxicating. “Fried potatoes”, she said out loud. She could smell grilled onions too, and some spices. Jeremiah poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and said dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. “We’re eating in the atrium tonight, I thought it would be good to see the sky as we eat.”
She reached for a chocolate mint he had left on the table for her, and unwrapped it, as he banged some pots and pans around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, of metal on metal, and “ouch!” that came from the kitchen. “Jeremiah??” Miriam was concerned and laughing, at the same time. “I’m alright!” he said.
Miriam thought the food was wonderful, and they did look at the beautiful, late summer sky. But mostly they talked. Miriam began to open up, and explained she was a bio-chemist. He was fascinated with her work. In fact, she had packed up her laboratory and had it in a trailer a few blocks away. She explained, “I was hoping to not go back to Canada”. He understood. He reached for her hand and said, “Regardless of our relationship, let’s make sure we stick together.”
No one mentioned anything about marriage, and they didn’t need to. They said good night in the hallway, and went to their separate rooms. She would have given herself freely to him that night, but he didn’t go down that road. He was giving her more time to heal, and she loved him for it. Besides………they would both know when the time was right.
To be continued.
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