In a way, that made the situation even stranger.
Mr. Harrison approached, but stopped a few steps away from me.
« My mother is upstairs. »
I frowned.
“Upstairs?”
« She is staying in a private apartment. She left the hospital yesterday because she refused to spend what could be the last days of her life there. »
My anger has subsided somewhat.
« What happened to him? »
« Cancer. »
His voice almost broke as he uttered that word.
I worked for him for six years, but I had never heard him talk about his family.
« She has been ill for almost two years, » he continued. « The doctors thought she still had time to live. Last week, they said she probably didn’t have any left. »
I looked at the dress again.
« I still don’t understand what this has to do with me. »
