Another annex was being built. As they passed it, Janet read the construction sign. Future Site of the Clinical Neurological Studies Center. Beneath that, she noticed the building would be dedicated to Angelica Kensington. It confirmed a couple things for her. One, Matt and Savannah Kensington deserved every blessing they received in their lives, precisely because they never forgot how blessed they were. Two, Matt had probably used his not-insignificant negotiating skills to convince Max to let him help get his sister into the facility. While military benefits could be good, she suspected they were not this good.
Max was not the type to accept charity, but she already knew hed swallow an ocean of pride to give his sister the best of all things. Just as she knew Matt would never hold it over his head to influence Max in any way. The people who were loyal to Matt were loyal because of the man himself, not because of what they owed him. She knew that firsthand, didnt she?
When they arrived in the lobby, the nurse told Max his sister was in the west garden. As they moved in that direction, Max squeezed Janets hand. If you want to have a seat on a bench when we get out there, Ill bring her over to introduce you, if she seems in the right state for it. If shes not, Ill give you a signal, and you can go do whatever youd like while we visit. I hate to do that to you, but
You already explained this to me three times, Max, Janet said with gentle reproof. I completely understand. If things arent right, Ill just be another person sitting in the garden, one she doesnt have to meet. I doubt Ill get restless watching you two together, but if I do, there are plenty of walking trails. Plus I have my tablet, so I can catch up on my email. Dont you dare think of rushing your visit on my account.
He nodded, leaned down and brushed her lips with his. Its stupid that Im nervous about this. I want her to like you, even knowing thats nothing that I can control, and it doesnt have any significance if she doesnt, because of how she is. Mother Teresa could walk in there and Amanda might react to her like Jeffrey Dahmer, because her eyes are the wrong color, or she has an age spot on her hands.
No matter how she reacts to me, it will be okay. Janet reached up, touched his face. I will love her. Because Im pretty sure I love you.
He held her gaze as if shed said the words out loud. Lifting her hands, he pressed his mouth to them. Then he gave them one more squeeze and stepped out the door.
After he was about ten paces down the garden path, Janet slipped out as well. She picked a bench set on a concrete pad encircled by a lovely rainbow of flowers and sculpted dwarf shrubs. As she settled, she watched him move toward a young woman in a blue dress, her dark hair cut to her shoulders. When she turned, Janet saw the curious vacancy in the gray eyes turn to a different kind of light. The way she walked toward Max, jerky and somewhat unbalanced when she got too fast, the listlessness of her left arm, showed the evidence of the brain damage, but the enthusiasm in her face was like a lit candle in darkness.
Max, she said. Max Max Max.
The tightening in her throat was unexpected, the sting of tears in her eyes. Hed said he saw her twice a week, and Amanda acted as if she hadnt seen Max in months. Janet wondered if she always reacted that way. But it wasnt that alone which caused the emotional reaction. Three men had held this beautiful child down, brutalized her, beat her. Janet remembered what it was like, being down on the ground, Jorge whaling on her with the bat, blow after blow. If hed hit her head just the right way, she could have been this. Only she wouldnt have been in this beautiful facility. Shed have been tossed in a hole somewhere, left to die.
She closed her eyes, fighting the surge of unbalancing emotions. She couldnt do this here and now. Not if Amanda wanted to meet her. She had to pull herself together. Damn it, she should have predicted his reaction.
Sad girl. Sad girl. Max.
Janet snapped back to the present. She always lost time when this happened, and a quick glance at her watch told her about ten minutes had passed. Amanda was standing right in front of her, those gray eyes so much like Maxs fastened on her face. Amanda was handing her something. A tissue.
Sad girl. No, she wasnt handing Janet the tissue. Amanda was bent forward, wiping her eyes for her, dabbing at the tears. She sat down next to Janet, pressed the tissue into her hand and put an arm around her. Then she rocked the two of them back and forth, making a crooning noise. Its okay. Max is here. Max makes everything okay.
Janet looked up to see Max watching them. The concern on his face pierced her heart even more deeply, particularly when he dropped to his haunches before them, laying a hand on Janets knee as well as his sisters. As he looked up at them both, her with her reconstructed face, his sister with her obvious neurological issues, Janet saw regret in his expression, his realization of the connection.
She firmed her chin. She wouldnt let this visit take that turn. Covering his hand with her own in reassurance, she put her other one lightly on Amandas, hoping it wasnt the wrong move. Amandas head popped up, her gaze locking with Janets.
Thank you, Amanda. I feel better now. Thanks to you and Max.
Amanda, this is my friend Janet. She wanted to meet you.
Amanda gave her a perusal that was the equivalent of a visual strip search. She touched Janets hair, then began to pluck out the bobby pins. Max made a move to stop her, but Janet shook her head, a slight movement telling him it was okay.
Ooh. Pretty. Doll hair. As it unraveled down her back, over her shoulders, Amanda stroked it, touched Janets face. Okay. Youll take care of Max. Max needs someone to take care of him. She made an expression so remarkably like a smug little sister Janet smiled. Hes a big dummy.
Better a big dummy than a priss pot, Max returned. He pinched Amandas knee and she swatted at him. Then she settled against Janets shoulder, tracing the patterns on her skirt. Max sat down on the other side of his sister, and the young woman took both their hands and began to hum. As Max cupped the back of her head, stroking, Janet saw the strain on his face.
She couldnt imagine how hard it was to do this, to see his sister forever caught in the state of a young child. Amanda was in her late twenties, perhaps even thirty. She overlapped their hands, so that they were holding each other as well as Amanda.
Do you play checkers? she asked Janet.
Yes, I do.
Will you play with me? And then maybe read me a story with Max? He got me the Nancy Drew set, and hes reading them to me. Then it will be time to eat. Ill share my snack with you.
Thank you. Id love that.
It all went well until the snack. In almost every room and even out in the gardens, signs clearly and emphatically indicated all cell phones were to be turned off, but one visitor had ignored the signs. The cell tone that blared forth was a rap song. Before it reached its first stanza, Amanda transformed from a playful child into a ferocious banshee who screamed at invisible attackers to stop, stop, stop. Max refused the orderlys help, holding his sister against him, arms banded across her upper torso, until the nurse injected her with a sedative strong enough to make her mercifully insensible in a matter of minutes. As she faded away, she was repeating it over and over. Stop hurting me. Stophurtingme.
Max lifted and carried her to her room with the nurse in the lead. Janet trailed after him. When he laid her down in her bed, as tenderly as if he held an infant, he excused the nurse, telling her hed care for her. Apparently the sedative would keep her out for hours. Janet joined him, helping him undress Amanda and put her in a cotton nightgown. She wondered if hed picked it out for her. It was warm and rabbit fur soft, with pretty embroidery on the hem and neckline. After they tucked her in, he sat at her bedside, stroking her head and murmuring to her. When the nurse returned a half hour later, he brushed a kiss on Amandas forehead and nodded to Janet, indicating it was time to leave.
As they walked out the front door, he seemed to be setting a straight course for the parking lot, but Janet took his hand, tugged him toward a bench surrounded by the flowers and foliage of the front landscaping. When she pressed him to a seated position, she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He said nothing for a moment, stiff and rigid, but she said nothing either, simply putting her head on top of his. He sighed, his head sinking down to her breast. As his shoulders began to shake, her heart broke.
Letting a new person bear witness to a wound that could never possibly heal could bring forth such emotions. Hadnt she reacted in a volatile way of her own when she had told Max her story? She held him, letting those bitter, silent tears mark her shirt. He banded his arms around her, rocking them both.
Its okay. Im here. Im here. She ached for him, and also understood fully why he wanted every single person responsible for this dead. In his shoes, shed hunt and exterminate them like the vermin they were.
When I dont come every few days, she lapses into that state, he said at last, lifting his head. He would have wiped at his eyes with typical male self-consciousness, but just like Amanda, she did it instead, taking the tracks away on her fingers, caressing his jaw. Its like she uses me as a touchstone, cycling around it. When Im gone, the cycle breaks, and she gets pulled into the center, back into the nightmare. Once, we tried having me stay away for a month. Though they warned me she might forget who I was, they thought it might alter the nucleus of the memories, make things better. Instead, it got so bad she almost died. Wasted away to nothing. I had to stay here for a couple weeks, hand-feeding her, and if I left the room at all, she had to be sedated. We eventually got her back to this.
Thinking about the toll of doing this, she could comprehend why Max was so quiet, so steady. Or perhaps it was a chicken or egg thing. The calling that had put him overseas when this happened must be the same one that gave him the strength to deal with this week after week.