Marc drove me to the hospital. Nancy and Maggie brought Barney home and then came to join us. Within twenty minutes the other members of the Friday Night Quilt Club had assembled. Susanne and Natalie brought Bernie. Carrie arrived alone but with a thermos of coffee.
"Better than hospital stuff," she said.
Bernie brought cookies, and Susanne had egg salad sandwiches. It was exactly what my grandmother would have done in their shoes-circle the wagons around whoever was in need, and provide whatever comfort could be provided. I wanted to cry at the kindness of it, but instead I ate a sandwich and three cookies.
For the next hour we all waited, with most of the quilt club talking about how annoyed Eleanor must be and how she would be furious to know that there were so many people waiting in the lobby. Marc, though, was silent. He couldn't have been that upset about Grandma. He was only her handyman. I thought about telling him he didn't have to wait, but when I looked toward him, I realized he wasn't waiting for news. He was slouched in his chair staring angrily at Natalie, Maggie, and Susanne, who sat across from him.
A nurse, who had ignored every question I'd asked when we first arrived, finally came over to me. "Your grandmother would like to see you."
"Don't tell her we're here," advised Bernie. "She'll have a fit."
My grandmother was in a nice private room, but she wasn't enjoying it. "Tell him I can go home," she ordered me.
A tall, thin doctor looked toward me with an exasperated smile. "I'd love nothing more, Mrs. Cassidy. But I'm keeping you here for a couple of days."
She had broken her leg near her ankle and done some damage to her kneecap, but her hip was merely bruised, and after six to eight weeks of recuperation she would be just fine. I was relieved. She was furious.
"I can't sit around doing nothing for six weeks. I have a business to run. Doesn't he understand that?"
"Grandma, the doctor didn't push you down the stairs, so stop being mad at him."
"Thank you." The doctor smiled, then caught an angry look from my grandmother and fled the room.
"I can't believe I was so stupid." She was straining to get comfortable, and frustrated by the large cast that made that impossible.
"How did it happen? I cleared the stairs."
"You did? I don't know. I think I may have missed a step." She was shaking her head in disbelief, as if she were discovering for the first time that she wasn't infallible.
"I'll call Mom and Uncle Henry and let them know…"
"Don't you dare. I'm fine."
"I'll let them know you're fine."
"Nell. I know you're trying to do the right thing, but I don't want everyone getting on a plane to see me hop around in a cast." Her voice was losing energy and she suddenly looked as if she needed me.
I had to smile. "Okay. I'm going to let you rest."
She touched my hand lightly and seemed unwilling to let it go. "I'm sorry, Nell. You didn't need this. And on top of it, you've been waiting out there alone all night."
"I haven't been alone." It was out before I remembered Bernie's advice and did my best to cover. "The nurses, the doctors, patients all over the place. It's more crowded than Manhattan."
She smiled weakly and let go of my hand. I hesitated, but it was time to go. She did need her rest.
In the hallway outside her room, everyone was waiting.
"She's fine. She's tired," I told them.
"Of course she's tired," said Maggie. "We all need some rest."
Maggie wrapped her arms around me and I found myself hugging her tightly. Then each woman hugged me, and hugged each other, until we made a sloppy, relieved mess of tangled huggers. Twenty-four hours ago these women were strangers to me, and now we were reassuring one another like old friends. We walked out together into the parking lot and stayed talking for another twenty minutes. Nancy would open the shop tomorrow. I'd spend the morning at the hospital and call Natalie to let her know how Eleanor was doing and when she'd be released. Natalie would initiate the phone chain they had in place for quilting emergencies. I didn't ask for the definition of a quilting emergency.
All I could think about was spending the night in that big house without my grandmother.