A New Hope (Thunder Point #8)(63)

She completely understood the attitude. It wasn’t just his disgust with chronic illness, it was also his impatience with a mother who watched every bite he took, every move he made, listening to every breath. In fact, those days she started out tired were usually caused by her inability to sleep, listening to him snoring or wheezing or the whistling of his sinuses.

There had been times during the first ten years of his life that he’d been so sick, so weak and fragile, that she feared losing him. Complicated allergies, a weak immune system and asthma conspired against him, leaving him vulnerable to infections and viruses.

It was true—in the past few years he’d gotten stronger. It was also true that she hadn’t relaxed enough yet. But what mother wouldn’t understand sitting vigil at the bedside of a small boy in an oxygen tent? She’d lost years of her life every time he was hospitalized. She’d felt so alone.

That wasn’t fair, she reminded herself. In the fourteen years since Charlie had been born there had been good friends here and there, coworkers or neighbors. They’d had to move around too much for a lot for reasons ranging from rent to changes in work, but she’d always known good people along her way. She’d been working in the small hospital in Bandon when they moved into the trailer park. When the hospital downsized, laying off a few nurses and staff, Dr. Grant suggested this job to her if she was willing to make the drive. Ha! Willing? She’d be willing to walk it! She was interviewed by Dr. Grant and his wife, Peyton, but then it was the patient herself who chose her, with Grace sitting in on the interview.

“When I do a background check, what will I learn about you?” Winnie had asked her.

She wasn’t surprised by the question. People who could afford a private nurse were usually well-off, worried about having their property plundered. So she answered, “I prefer private home health care when there’s a need for me. When there’s no job in the private sector I work in hospitals or clinics. I’m good at what I do and have an excellent job record.”

“And why don’t you work for an agency?”

She shook her head. “They don’t pay well. The patient will pay the agency a substantial amount of money for the luxury of having a bonded health-care worker but pay the actual professional very poorly. And then they’ll move the nurses around—not good for the nurse or the patient. The irony is—the bond won’t get you much. Who cares about bond? Find a professional who checks out instead. After a dozen years, I have references you can call. They’ll tell you if I did my job well. They’ll tell you I’m trustworthy. And I’m not limited to a shift or specific number of hours. I can be your primary caregiver. Provided you want me to be.”

Winnie had agreed to give her a month on trial but within two weeks she was established as permanent. And now Charlie was a part of the family, as well.

Lin Su didn’t know if that made her happy or scared to death.

* * *

Charlie liked the beach area, even if he did stay out of the sun—his own preference because he didn’t want his laptop to overheat. And he stayed sheltered if there was a wind. It wasn’t easy for him to make friends as a rule, but the area around Mrs. Banks’s house where his mom was working was populated with kids younger than he was and their parents. That made it easier. On this morning, there was a pretty brisk breeze and not too many people around. He sat on the steps right off Troy’s patio where he was out of the wind. He got his laptop out of his backpack and, holding it on his knees, fired it up. He logged onto Troy’s Wi-Fi and brought up a TED Talk on astronomy that he’d listened to about ten times. Can astronomers help doctors?

He loved TED Talks. It broke everything down into understandable terms. He was particularly interested in medicine but he didn’t dare tell his mom that. She’d start to freak out about the cost of college or something.

He was a little lost in the video when a shadow crossed in front of him. He looked up to see a guy two steps up moving toward him, grinning. “Well, I’ll be damned,” the guy said.

If you’re just going to kick sand in my face, get it over with, Charlie thought.

The guy was big. He had a little sandy-colored whisker growth on his chin and cheeks and hairy legs sticking out of his board shorts. He did wear glasses, at least. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. A computer nerd on the beach.”

Charlie slowly lowered the screen. “What’s wrong with that?”

The guy let his backpack drop off his shoulder, lifted the flap and pulled out a shiny silver laptop. “Not a thing, my man. I just thought I was the only one. Come on, let’s go to Cooper’s.”

“I’m okay here,” he said, embarrassed by his shyness.

“Come on,” he said again. “I’m meeting some people. We’ll get a drink. Juice or something. We’ll open up the computers for a few minutes till they get here.” And then he walked off, stuffing his computer into his backpack, willing Charlie to follow.

Which he did. He figured if the guy was going to kidnap him or beat him up, he wouldn’t do it in front of Cooper. At least he was reasonably sure.

By the time he got up the beach stairs the guy’s stuff was all set up at a corner table out of the breeze on the deck but he wasn’t there. Charlie stood there in indecision. Then the guy appeared from inside, still smiling, a bottled juice in each hand. He handed one to Charlie and indicated he should sit down.