The elderly woman smiled the way people do when they’re saying no without saying it.
“One day, maybe.”
I let it go. Everyone’s allowed a private corner of the world.
Sometimes I’d catch her thumbing through the edges of a small photograph she kept tucked at the top, then quickly closing the bag when she noticed me watching.
I let it go.
***
Sarah, another orderly who’d become my closest friend at the home, teased me about our relationship once in the break room.
“You know Gloria’s basically adopted you, right?” Sarah said. “It’s funny. She transferred in right before you were hired. Almost as if she were waiting.”
“She’s just lonely.”
“Daniel, she lights up when you walk into the room. That woman thinks the sun rises out of your pocket!”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I wasn’t used to being someone’s favorite anything.
Teased me about our relationship.
***
Then, a few weeks later, during a routine check, I noticed Gloria’s hands were trembling more than usual. Her color wasn’t right, and her breathing had a rattle to it that I recognized.
She caught me watching her, and instead of looking away, she pulled the old bag closer to her chest.
***
Three weeks after that morning, the ambulance came for Gloria. I rode with her, her bag next to me, because there was no one else to call.
Her color wasn’t right.
***
One afternoon during her hospital stay, she patted the mattress beside her. She looked smaller under the thin blanket, but her eyes were as sharp as ever.
“Sit, Daniel. I have something to ask you.”
I sat. Her hand found mine, warm and steady despite everything.
“I have one final wish,” she said quietly, looking me in the eye. “I know this sounds strange, but I don’t have much time left. I’ve spent so many years alone, and I don’t want to leave this world knowing I never had someone to call my husband. Will you me?”
“I have something to ask you.”
I stared at her, and she smiled sadly.
The heart monitor kept beeping. It was the only sound between us for what felt like a full minute.
“Gloria…”
“Don’t answer now,” the elderly woman said. “Go home. Sleep on it. But please, don’t say no because you’re worried about what people will think.”
That was the problem. Of course, that’s exactly what I was worried about.
“Don’t answer now.”
***
I didn’t sleep that night. I tossed and turned in bed until sunrise, then drove straight to the home and pulled Sarah into the break room.
“I need to tell you something, and don’t laugh.”
My friend set down her coffee.
“Daniel, you look terrible.”
“Gloria asked me to marry her.”
I didn’t sleep that night.
Sarah didn’t laugh or blink for a second.
Then she rubbed her forehead as if she’d just gotten a headache.
“Please tell me you said no.”
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
“Daniel,” She leaned forward. “You know how this looks, right? A 34-year-old orderly marries an 82-year-old woman with no People are going to say things. Ugly things. Management will ask questions.”
“I know.”
“Please tell me you said no.”
