Dragonfly Page #3

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or tiger heads or hawks...

hers was a dragonfly.

She even had this small birthmark on her

shoulder that kind of looked like one.

Said her grandfather

had one too...

on his-

on his butt, I think.

It's called

familial hemangioma.

I once skunked

an entire graduating class...

by putting it

on a final exam.

When she was alive, I had to

scour for anything I could find...

with a dragonfly on it

to buy her a present.

Now? Now I see 'em

everywhere.

There was one

- There was one bouncing against my office window yesterday.

A real one.

Last night a package arrived. She

had bought over the Internet...

a mobile to put on

the baby's crib...

of dragonflies.

And then this thing last night

with the paperweight.

You know what I think?

I think you are literally going

buggy living in that house.

Yeah, you should move. You're

rummaging around in an empty nursery.

You're living with a talking

parrot who won't even speak to you.

Never would.

Never liked me.

Would only talk

to Emily.

She even taught it to announce her

arrival when she came in the door.

"Honey.

Honey, I'm home. "

You ought to sell that

thing, Joe. Get rid of it.

Stuck with it.

I promised her I'd keep it forever,

and I'd put a provision in my will...

that if anything ever happened to me,

someone I trusted would take care of it.

Would you?

Oh, no. It's your promise,

buddy. It's not mine.

I need to live up to

my promises to her.

That's one thing I

need to do. Okay, fine.

Any other promises

that I should know about?

Just one, but I'm taking care

of that one myself, starting...

today.

Hi, Joe.

Hugh.

- I was kind of hoping you took our conversation seriously.

- I did.

I convinced Joe to take a couple of

months off, with all that's happened.

- Right,Joe?

- I promised Emily I'd look in on her kids...

on the oncology ward while she was gone

- I never did.

I thought this might be

a good day.

After six months?

On oncology?

I'm not sure how many are left,

but if it's for Emily, fine.

A**hole. You should get away, Joe.

Isn't there someplace

you can go?

Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

Joe, can't you hear me?

Joe!

Joe!

- All right. Hold C.P.R.

- I'm getting nothing.

Continue it. Shock him

at 30. Let me in there.

Come on, Jeffrey. Hang in

there. Clear. Keep it going.

Still nothing.

Charging to 60.

Shock him.

Clear.

- Nothing. - Go again.

- He's not responding.

I said again.

There's no pulse at all.

- He's not coming back this time.

- Damn it, do it again!

Clear!

He's gone.

He's got a rhythm.

- He's back! Jump on it!

- He's coming back!

Yes, Jeffrey, yes!

Do you need to be here?

Put that O-2 mask on him. Clear

the room, please. Get me an E.K.G.

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