Chapter 19: Memories and MonstersHAVING SPENT THE REST OF his day dealing with the botched ambush on Gwyn Blaidd, Simon Jonas was exhausted when he pulled into the driveway of his home in the Glebe in Ottawa. When he walked in, Florence, his wife’s nurse, came downstairs.
“You’re late, Mr. Jonas,” she said, but she sounded worried, not angry. Florence was a plump, matronly RN whom he’d hired away from an Ottawa hospital.
“I am so sorry, Flo,” he said, throwing his overcoat onto a chair.
“That’s all right. I made myself some dinner.” She shook her head, looking at him. “You work so hard, Mr. Jonas. Then you come home to more stress.”
He glanced upstairs. “How was she today?”
“Oh, you know, sir. She has good days and bad days.” She put on her coat, and then gave him a little smile. “Thi
