been away from home since the age of eighteen, that if something were desperately wrong the police would callâbut it wasnât worth the effort. She had made each of the arguments before. She knew that she could make them until she was blue in the face and still her mother wouldnât hear.
So she changed the subject. âHowâs Dad?â
âOh, he says heâs all right, but I see him wince every time he moves.â Her voice dropped to a mumble. âIâm sure thereâs something the doctors arenât telling us.â
âIâm sorry, Mom. I didnât catch that.â
âHold on a second, dear. Iâm going to pick up the phone in the den so I can sit comfortably.â
Caroline could picture the scene; it was a recurring one. Her father was no doubt nearby, and her mother wanted privacy, which did not bode well for Madeline Cooperâs frame of mind. That was nothing new.
âHow are you doing, Caro?â came a deep, affectionate voice.
âIâm fine, Dad. How about you ? Leg aching?â
âNothing I canât handle, despite what your mother saysââ
âYou can hang up now, Allan,â Madeline shouted the instant she picked up the extension.
âBye-bye, Daddy. Weâll talk more another time.â
âSure thing, sweetheart.â The line clicked.
âThatâs better,â Madeline said. âI donât want to worry your father, but I do think the doctors are hiding something.â
âWhy would they want to do that?â
âI donât know, but I feel it.â
âYouâre imagining it, Mom. Believe me.â
âBone cancer. That would account for the pain, wouldnât it?â
âDad does not have bone cancer.â
âHow do you know?â
âBecause he broke his leg when he tripped in the garage. It was set wrong the first time, and now theyâve rebroken and reset it. Thereâs the clear-cut cause of his pain.â
âBut you donât know it isnât cancer.â
âDad has seen more doctors in the past few months than he has in his entire life. Theyâve taken blood and done a dozen other tests. If he had cancer, theyâd know it. Doctors today are very cautious. They have their eyes wide open. My guess is theyâve ruled out everything from asthma to corns.â
Madeline seemed momentarily pacified. âStillâ¦â
âThereâs no âstillâ about it. Youâre working with the best orthopedic team in the state. Theyâre as sure of their work as any doctors can be. You said that the X rays were okay. Didnât they tell Dad to expect some pain?â
âSome pain I donât mind. Plenty of it, well, thatâs another story.â
âDad sounded fine to me.â In fact, heâd sounded fine each time sheâd spoken to him since the surgery, which was one of the reasons she felt so complacent.
âHe tries to hide it, but I can see it in his face. Itâs difficult for him even to shift position.â
âItâd be difficult for anyone with a full-leg cast. That thingâs heavy.â
âI suppose.â
âLook at it this way, Mom. You know exactly what the problem is. Weâre talking bones here, not heart or lung or some other vital organ.â
âBut if he never walks rightââ
âYou donât know that thatâll be so. The doctors have said that heâll spend six weeks in a cast, then another month or so in therapy. Wouldnât it be better to wait and see how things go beforeâ assuming the worst?â
âHeâs an active man, Caroline. You know that. If the leg doesnât heal right, his whole life-style will change.â
âThatâs not so ,â Caroline insisted. She was trying to be patient, but after years of hearing the direst of dire predictions from her mother, her own patience was in short supply. She was