I FIND OUT REX HAS been moved from the Emergency Department to a private room on the fourth floor of the hospital. I take the elevator up and walk to the nurses’ station.
Helen’s room after she got out of the ICU was on the fourth floor, and I got to know her nurses very well. I smile as I walk up to the horseshoe-shaped desk and see a couple of familiar faces.
“Good morning, Vicki, Katie,” I say.
“Why, Father Greer,” Vicki, a young nurse who was a favorite of Helen’s, “good morning! How are you doing? How is Ms. Helen doing?”
“Oh, she’s fine,” I say, leaning on the desk. “Already back at work part-time, trying to keep Myerton safe.”
“How was she as your patient?” Katie, an older West Indian nurse, asks.
“Well, you know Helen.”
Both nurses roll their eyes. “Uh-huh,” Vicki says. “We
