Chapter eleven
Vayda stood in the doorway of Pavielle’s room staring at him lying in bed. For a moment she listened to the opera that was the medical machinery he was hooked up to. Her eyes welled up with tears and her bottom lip quivered. She began to sob but quickly pulled herself together. Afterwards, she took some tissue from her handbag and dabbed her tearing eyes. This was no time to be weak; she had to be strong for her man. She knew that through these trying times he would need her the most in his corner.
Vayda approached Pavielle’s bedside pulling up a chair to sit down. Taking a seat, she took his hand and placed it into her own. Her greenish blue eyes absorbed his appearance. New growth had begun to push his cornrows up from their roots, and his five o’clock shadow had reemerg
