Undying Love
“She loved her job and wanted to prove to the museum how capable and passionate she was. Often she worked long hours, coming home late at night. She sometimes skipped meals, and I noticed that she was fatigued and losing weight. I was worried about her.
At the beginning of June, Allee came down with the flu. She couldn’t shake it. I fed her chicken soup from the neighborhood Jewish deli and gave her baths, but she remained listless and feverish. She stayed home from work for a week, but on the following Monday, she crawled out of bed and got dressed. She looked wan and gaunt. Her former body-hugging dress hung loosely on her.
“Baby, you can’t go in,” I protested.
“I have to. The Modigliani retrospective is opening next week, and there’s so much to do.” Despite the weariness in her eyes, she gave me that diabolical look that said, “Don’t fuck with me.” I had no choice but to let her go.
After a sip of coffee, she grabbed her bag and shuffled to the elevator.
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