Sunday 4:00 a.m.
She thought Gil was in the garden. She wanted to know what he was doing there.
Monday 5:00 a.m.
There was a huge crowd at the backyard, she just wanted to ask Gil when they would be gone.
Tuesday 5:16 a.m.
She was ready to go school. She put on her clothes and waited. Then she was in the doctor’s office and wanted to know, when she could leave, so she called Gil.
Three days in a row. Gil was tired from the late night calls. ‘At least I got the afternoon shift at work’, he thought and turned around in the bed. His wife was sleeping next to him. She was a deep sleeper, but every time Gil got the call, she woke up with him. She abhorred their situation . All the hate she got, while she just tried to help, and still she was always there for him. Gil was proud of her. Sometimes she was angry, but Gil knew she had every right to be. His mother was the one, who made the calls, woke up the whole family and harassed his beloved wife. “Is she going to call tonight?”, he thought and pulled himself closer to his wife. He went back to sleep, but his senses stayed alert to react to the call, if she would call.
Tuesday 10:25 p.m
She was hungry. Gil’s wife made sandwiches for her. She ate it. It looked like her mind was clear this time. She went to sleep soon after her late dinner.
Wednesday 6:05 a.m.
The night was quiet, but it was just the silence before the storm. She called to tell him, how disappointed she was in him. Gil left her. He threw her away. She wanted to move. She wanted to go back home. She didn’t understand. It was her home and nobody left her.
They talked about it, before they went to sleep. They were tired. The kids were tired. If the call didn’t wake them up, then their old dog Lou did. He hated the calls too. Even the dog had enough of this. They tried to figure out what to do. Send her into the hospital? She would die there soon. Send here into a special home? It would take months to get her into one, she won’t even lived that long. They went to sleep with the same frustrating feeling. “Perhaps, she won’t call, perhaps she will slowly fall asleep.”
The night was empty. There was no call. Thursday brought the Spring. The birds were chirping loudly. It was the first warm day after a long winter. It brought back the quite nights and undisturbed dreams. There were no more calls.