“Jamison?” Simone reached up and held Evan’s arm. “I know he’s hard to reach, but can you find Evan and have him call me? I just need to hear his voice.”
“Of course, Simone. I’ll have him call you this afternoon. Let’s say at three o’clock. Remember now, Evan will be calling at three.” He stressed the time, knowing that if Simone had advance warning and a specific time, she sometimes would understand it was her son calling and not her late husband.
“Thank you. I’ll be waiting for his call.” She yawned and then waved her goodbye.
“Rest well, my dear. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Evan left her dozing peacefully and went in search of Dr. Duchamp. Evan waited outside a patient’s room until the doctor was free and then accosted him.
But before Evan could begin, the doctor put up a hand to signal a need for quiet. “Please, not here. Let’s go to my office to discuss this.”