Hank approached his mission logically.  He found the charge nurse, a “girl” who’d grown up with Elliot and Addison. When he’d finished talking with her, he was satisfied that Marion’s condition would remain private and confidential. It was a small town; people didn’t often heed the constraints of confidentiality agreements, they talked. Hank didn’t care what people thought of him but he would not tolerate malicious gossip about Marion who’d lived her entire life looking for the good in others.

She looked up at him when he entered and her eyes filled. He sat down on her bed and he hugged her. “I’m sorry, Hank. You must be so mad. I’m so sorry.” Hank remembered the remorseful walk of shame that followed unrestrained inebriation. He held her as tight as he could. He didn’t say anything, there was no need.

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7 Responses to Understanding

  1. It is like watching real life.

  2. I don’t remember the shame part.

  3. John says:

    What is this “shame” of which you speak?

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