At three this morning I awoke, went to the bathroom. Then I crawled back into bed. I couldn’t get to sleep, so I decided to check my e-mail.
“This is Francesca. I wanted to tell you my dad is at Lennox Hill. He's in intensive care. He had a heart attack. He’s not doing well. I’m so upset. Please let Vittoria know if you speak to her.”
I dressed, fixed a pot of coffee.
The stress of the past 40 days has been hard on Giovanni, I thought. But now he’s being treated. Obviously he’s on meds. Which will bring him respite. Good thing he’s as tough as he is hard-headed. He’ll recover. He and Vittoria will have their chat.
I looked up Lennox Hill on Google.
“I wonder if you can give me the status of a patient admitted yesterday for a heart attack,” I told the nurse in ICU. “I’ll be in touch with his daugher later today and I’d like to be able to give her more information than I have.”
“What’s his name?”
I told her. Spelled it out.
I heard her tapping on her keyboard.
“We have no patient by that name,” she said.
“That’s odd. Are you sure you have the right spelling?”
She tapped again.
“No, I’m sorry. He’s not here.”
“Is it possible that he was admitted and then discharged? He’s been under a lot of stress the past month. So maybe it was a false alarm.”
“If he had been admitted and discharged yesterday it would be here. But it’s not. Sorry.”
What the hell?
It took me a while to figure it out. Francesca, bless her heart, had taken a page from Vittoria’s book, so to speak. I smiled. She’ll say anything to get her sister back home. Wait. Maybe it was Giovanni’s idea, and he made her write that e-mail. I wouldn’t put it past him.
If Vittoria happens to come on IM before she leaves for home today I won’t say anything about an alleged heart attack. Why stir her up?
Never a dull moment, eh?