"Get well soon..."
A barely whispered phrase, who knows if he heard me.
With my hand I make a sign to Sara.
"I'll wait for you outside, I need to talk to you." Nodding, she gently strokes her brother to calm him down.
Minutes pass and I try to reorganize my few confused ideas.
Sara walks out of the room and wipes her eyes, now contoured by a black halo of loose makeup. I get up and walk towards her. She looks soothed again.
"I'm sorry if I was a little abrupt earlier, it's just..."
"Don't worry, it's okay."
In her shoes, I might have even been less diplomatic.
"I wanted to ask you something." I take time to phrase the request in a way that doesn't give her false hope.
"Here, I was wondering if you could give me the keys to his apartment...you know, I have some ideas to try to fig
