Jeffrey still felt he made the right choice, but now what were his options?
He felt depression threaten to return but he fought against it.
At least Chris Everson had had the fortitude to follow through with his decision, albeit a misguided one. Jeffrey cursed himself again for not having been a better friend. If only he knew then what he knew now, he might have been able to save the man. Only now did Jeffrey have an appreciation of what Chris had been going through. Jeffrey hated himself for not having called the man, and for compounding the oversight by failing to call his young widow, Kelly.
Jeffrey splashed his face with cold water. When he’d regained
some semblance of composure, he picked up his belongings and emerged from the rest room. Despite the bustle of the airport, he felt horribly alone and isolated. The thought of going home to an empty house was oppressive. But he didn’t know where else to go. Directionless, he headed for the parking garage.
Reaching his car, Jeffrey put the suitcase in the trunk and the briefcase on the passcngcr-sidc seat. He got in behind the wheel and sat, blankly staring ahead, waiting for inspiration.
For several hours he sat there running through all his failings. Never had he been so low. Obsessed about Chris Everson, he eventually began to wonder what had happened to Kelly Everson. He’d met her on three or four social occasions prior to Chris’s death. He could even remember having made some complimentary remarks about her to Carol. Carol hadn’t been pleased to hear them at the time.
Jeffrey wondered if Kelly still worked at Valley Hospital, or, for that matter, if she still lived in the Boston vicinity. He remembered her as being about five-four or five, with a slim, athletic build. Her hair had been brown with highlights of red and gold, which she’d wear long, clasped with a single barrette. He recalled her face as being broad with dark brown eyes and small, full features that frequently broke into a bright smile.
But what he remembered most was her aura. She’d had a playfulness that had melded wonderfully with a feminine warmth and sincerity that made people like her instantly.
As Jeffrey’s thoughts switched from Chris to Kelly, he found himself thinking that she, more than anyone else, would have some insight into what
Jeffrey was now going through. Having lost a husband through the emotional devastation caused by a malpractice case, she’d probably be acutely sensitive to Jeffrey’s emotional plight. She might even have some suggestions for dealing with it. At the very least she might provide some much needed sympathy. And if nothing else, at least his conscience would be assuaged by finally making a call he’d been vaguely meaning to make.
Jeffrey returned to the terminal. At the first bank of phones he came to, he used a directory to look up Kelly Everson. He held his breath as his index finger trailed down the names. He stopped on K. C. Everson in
Brookline. That was promising. He put in his coin and dialed. The phone rang once, twice, then a third time. He was about to hang up when someone at the other end picked up. A cheerful voice came through the receiver.
Jeffrey realized he hadn’t given a thought as to how to begin.
Abruptly, he said hello and gave his name. He was so unsure of himself, he was afraid she wouldn’t remember him, but before he could offer something to jog her memory, he heard her ebullient “Hello, Jeffrey!” She sounded genuinely glad to hear from him and didn’t sound at all surprised.
“I’m so pleased you called,” she said. “I’d thought about calling you when
I read about your legal problems, but I just couldn’t get myself to do it.
I was afraid you might not even remember me.”
Afraid that he wouldn’t remember her! Jeffrey assured her that wouldn’t have been the case. Taking her lead, he apologized profusely for not having called her sooner as he’d promised.
“You don’t have to apologize,” she said. “I know tragedies intimidate people, the way cancer does, or used to. And I know that doctors have a hard time dealing with a suicide of a colleague. I didn’t expect you to call, but I was moved you’d taken the time to come to the funeral. Chris would have been pleased to know you cared. He really respected you. He once told me that he thought you were the best anesthesiologist he knew. So I was honored you were there. A few of his other friends didn’t come. But I understood.”