He came up once a week and prayed at her bedside for twenty to thirty minutes, patting her hand before leaving. He always stopped to thank Nurse Shakeera for taking care of her.
“I shouldn't say this, but she's my favorite patient,” the black girl confided. “She's like my little doll, my special flower. I love doing her hair and putting on her makeup. She's just so beautiful, I can't wait for the day she opens her eyes and I can hear her voice.”
“She's very special to a lot of people,” Matt's eyes grew misty.
“I know. There's always so many floral arrangements sent up here. Her partner, Mr. Aeppli, lets them stay here for a couple of days before he sends them to the chapel. I tell you, that chapel gonna know when she gone, that's for sure.”
Matt continued to wonder whether he should ha
