The Woman in the Window(14)

GrannyLizzie: Well hello there!





Friendly. Before I can respond:

GrannyLizzie: Disco Mickey gave your name to me. Desperate for some advice!

GrannyLizzie: Also for some chocolate, but that’s another matter . . .





I manage to get a word in edgewise.

thedoctorisin: Hello to you! You’re new to this forum?

GrannyLizzie: Yes I am!

thedoctorisin: I hope that DiscoMickey made you feel welcome.

GrannyLizzie: Yes he did!

thedoctorisin: How can I help you?

GrannyLizzie: Well I don’t think you can help with the chocolate I’m afraid!





Is she effervescent or nervous? I wait it out.

GrannyLizzie: The thing is . . .

GrannyLizzie: And I hate to say it . . .





Drum roll . . .

GrannyLizzie: I haven’t been able to leave my home for the past month.

GrannyLizzie: So THAT is the problem!

thedoctorisin: I’m sorry to hear that. May I call you Lizzie?

GrannyLizzie: You bet.

GrannyLizzie: I live in Montana. Grandmother first, art teacher second!





We’ll get to all that, but for now:

thedoctorisin: Lizzie, did anything special happen a month ago?





A pause.

GrannyLizzie: My husband died.

thedoctorisin: I see. What was your husband’s name?

GrannyLizzie: Richard.

thedoctorisin: I’m so sorry for your loss, Lizzie. Richard was my father’s name.

GrannyLizzie: Has your f ather died?

thedoctorisin: He and my mother both died 4 years ago. She had cancer and then he had a stroke 5 months later. But I’ve always believed that some of the best people are called Richard.

GrannyLizzie: So was Nixon!!!





Good; we’re developing a rapport.

thedoctorisin: How long were you married?

GrannyLizzie: Forty seven years.

GrannyLizzie: We met on the job. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BY THE WAY!

GrannyLizzie: He taught chemistry. I taught art. Opposites attract!

thedoctorisin: That’s amazing! And you have children?

GrannyLizzie: I have two sons and three grandsons.

GrannyLizzie: My sons are pretty cute, but my grandsons are beautiful!

thedoctorisin: That’s a lot of boys.

GrannyLizzie: You’re telling me!

GrannyLizzie: The things I’ve seen!

GrannyLizzie: The things I’ve smelled!





I note the tone, brisk and insistently upbeat; I clock the language, informal but confident, and the precise punctuation, the infrequent errors. She’s intelligent, outgoing. Thorough, too—she spells out numbers, and writes by the way instead of btw, although maybe that’s a function of age. Whatever the case, she’s an adult I can work with.

GrannyLizzie: Are YOU a boy, by the way?

GrannyLizzie: Sorry if you are, it’s just that girls are sometimes doctors too! Even out here in Montana!





I smile. I like her.

thedoctorisin: I am indeed a girl doctor.

GrannyLizzie: Good! We need more of you!

thedoctorisin: Tell me, Lizzie, what’s happened since Richard passed?





And tell me she does. She tells me how, on returning from the funeral, she felt too frightened to walk the mourners beyond the front door; she tells me that in the days following, it felt like the outside was trying to get into my house, and so she drew the blinds; she tells me about her sons far away in the Southeast, their confusion, their concern.

GrannyLizzie: I’ve got to tell you, all joking aside, that this is really upsetting.





Time to roll up my sleeves.

thedoctorisin: Naturally it is. What’s happening, I think, is that Richard’s passing has fundamentally altered your world, but the world outside has moved on without him. And that’s very difficult to face and to accept.





I await a response. Nothing.

thedoctorisin: You mentioned that you haven’t removed any of Richard’s belongings, which I understand. But I’d like you to think about that.





Radio silence.

And then:

GrannyLizzie: I’m so grateful to have found you. Really really.

GrannyLizzie: That’s something my grandsons say. They heard it in Shrek. Really really.

GrannyLizzie: May I speak to you again soon, I hope?

thedoctorisin: Really really!





Couldn’t help myself.

GrannyLizzie: I am really really (!!) grateful to Disco Mickey for pointing me to you . You’re a doll.

thedoctorisin: My pleasure.





I wait for her to sign off, but she’s still typing.

GrannyLizzie: I just realized I don’t even know your name!





I hesitate. I’ve never shared my name on the Agora, not even with Sally. I don’t want anyone to find me, to pair my name with my profession and figure me out, unlock me; yet something in Lizzie’s story snags my heart: this elderly widow, alone and bereaved, putting on a brave face beneath those huge skies. She can crack jokes all she wants, but she’s housebound, and that’s terrifying.