entered the room and saw a woman leaning over his mom trying to pull her to standing.
âShould she be doing that yet?â
The woman looked over her shoulder at Kai. He recognized her as the nurse whoâd been caring for his mom. âShe needs to exercise often. She has to get used to the knee. Itâs a process, but it wonât work unless she cooperates.â
âWhatâs the problem, Mom?â
Lani jabbed a finger at the walker near the bed. âThat thing. Iâm not old and crippled. I donât need that. I know how to walk.â
He rubbed a hand over his face. âCan I have a minute with my mom?â
The nurse nodded. âIâll be back in five.â
When she was gone, Kai didnât get a chance to say anything. âDonât start with me, Kai. That thing is the beginning. I use that and all of a sudden Iâm too feeble to take care of myself.â
His motherâs stubbornness might kill him. âWalking will be hard at first. This is just to help.â
Her eyes filled. âIf I need the walker, then youâll have reason to get rid of me. Leave me in that old folksâ home.â
âI told you, itâs not an old folksâ home.â
She sniffed, fighting back the tears. He realized it wasnât stubbornness, but fear that drove his mom. Sheâd never been afraid of anything. It was a stab to the heart to see this. He sat on the edge of the bed. âYouâll be back at Jaleesaâs in no time.â
âNo. Old people like me, they never get to leave those places. They suck the life out of you.â She spoke like she was spilling a secret, something she was sure of, but wasnât supposed to know.
He knew then he couldnât send her to the rehab facility. He sighed and swallowed hard. âIf you do what youâre supposed to do here, Iâll bring you to my house until youâre back to normal.â
Her mouth eased into a shaky smile.
He pointed at her. âThat means you do everything the doctors and nurses say, even if you have to use a walker. If they tell me youâre being uncooperative, off to the facility.â
She touched his arm and her wrinkly hand looked older than it should. When he leaned close to kiss her good-bye, she rubbed his jaw. âYou need a shave.â
âBe good. Iâm going to check with Jaleesa.â
He left the hospital and went home to move his stuff. On the way, he called Jaleesa and told her the plan. Jaleesa said sheâd organize getting the equipment, like a rented hospital bed, delivered. He hadnât even thought about that.
At home, he spent his entire morning moving his weights and benches down to the basement, which meant he also had to move his poker table over and rearrange the space for his biweekly game. Fuck. He couldnât let his mom anywhere near the guys. If she knew he was still friends with them, it would be an epic battle.
How did his mom have a way of making him feel like a kid when he was a grown man?
Didnât matter how she did it. He knew that heâd have the guys come in through the basement door around back to keep them from her. She wouldnât be able to manage the basement steps for weeks. And if she could handle them, it would be time for her to go back to Jaleesaâs.
After organizing his workout equipment, he went back upstairs to make sure the house was clean. The doctor had said his mom should be discharged within a day or two. He didnât want to hear complaints about dust.
By the time he made it to the shop, he was cranky and tired. The last thing he needed was Tommy and his sister standing at the counter laughing. Karla, his piercer, was laughing with them.
He looked at Tommy. âDonât you have work to do?â
âClient just left. I was giving Norah a tour.â
âAnd explaining some of the more creative slang you guys use around here. Pussyball is something that I know should