The Truth About Elyssa. Lorna Michaels

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      This early, the cafeteria was nearly empty. A couple of interns who looked as if they were about to fall out of their chairs from exhaustion were guzzling coffee. A dazed-looking man, probably the father of a newborn, sat nibbling a sandwich and grinning at no one in particular. A trio of nurses rested their feet and snacked on doughnuts.

      Brett and Elyssa moved through the cafeteria line, chose a table and unloaded their trays. Brett took a bite of spaghetti sauce that tasted as if it had come straight out of a can. “Could be better,” he remarked. “But then, hospital food is—”

      “Lousy,” Elyssa finished, the corners of her painted mouth turning up. “I know.”

      Of course, everyone knew that hospitals served inedible food, but the way she spoke made Brett wonder if someone in her family had recently been ill. Instead of asking a too-personal question, he said, “Tell me about your session with the kids.”

      Her eyes—he’d thought they were blue, but they were violet—lit up. “I painted their faces, and they loved it. I gave them each a Polaroid snapshot. You’ll have to look when you visit their rooms. But the pictures don’t begin to show the kids’ enthusiasm. Even Trace participated. He started talking about a circus book he’d read, then about rodeo clowns. I could hardly get him to stop.”

      “With his face painted, he could be someone else. Someone other than a sick little boy.”

      Elyssa stared at him, then dropped her gaze. “A little greasepaint makes a big difference.” She toyed with a teaspoon for a moment, then began discussing the other children.

      When she finished, Brett got them fresh cups of coffee. As they drank, he asked. “What made you give up broadcasting and become a clown?”

      “My cousin and I worked several summers for a woman who did birthday parties. We were clowns—Lulu and Coco. It was fun, and last year I decided to start my own business.”

      He studied her thoughtfully. She’d only answered the second half of his question.

      “Did you go in with your cousin?” he asked.

      “No, but she helps me out sometimes.”

      Something didn’t fit. Elyssa was beautiful, brainy, articulate and in his nonprofessional opinion, a woman who’d been headed straight for the top, reporting from the White House or the international scene. Why had she changed careers? And why especially had she chosen to play a clown?

      Clearly, she got along well with kids. Why hadn’t she gone into, say, child psychology? He’d watched her long enough last week to notice her self-assured manner with the staff, and he sure hadn’t missed the confident way she walked. Yes, she belonged on some professional fast track. “Where did you go to college?” he asked.

      “Northwestern.”

      “That’s a tough school.” You didn’t get into Northwestern with mediocre grades or stay without high ambitions. “Then why a birthday party business?” he asked.

      “Why not?” she said coolly.

      “I picture you making your mark in network TV.”

      The long fake lashes she wore veiled her eyes, but he heard the edge in her voice when she answered. “I tried that route.”

      No trespassing, he thought but plunged on anyway. “And?”

      “And I decided I needed a change.” She raised her eyes, and now he saw the harsh glint of anger. “What are you,” she asked, “a cop? I feel like I’m being interrogated.”

      “Hey, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to pry.” Though in truth, he had. He was silent. Then with a grin he suggested, “Let’s talk about me.”

      She stared at him with a startled expression for a minute, then laughed. “This time I get to be the cop.”

      “Shoot.”

      “Ohh, bad pun,” she chided. “Where did you go to school?”

      “University of Pennsylvania for undergrad, and Harvard Medical School.”

      “Ivy League,” she said, tapping a finger on the table. “Why’d you choose medicine?”

      “It’s a challenge. And I like doing hands-on work.”

      “Why cancer?”

      It still hurt to say the words. “My cousin Aaron died of leukemia when he was eleven.”

      Her eyes filled with sympathy. “That must have been terrible for you.”

      He nodded. “He was my best friend.”

      “You’d have been lonely…and scared.”

      He’d been devastated. To his surprise Elyssa understood.

      She propped her chin on her hand. “And so you became a dragon slayer.”

      No one had ever put it quite that way, but she was right. Cancer was a beast, and every day he tried his damnedest to defeat it. How had she recognized so easily what he’d struggled to articulate and never could? Amazed, he stared into her eyes. Eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul.

      He wanted to touch her, make the connection he felt tangible. But he didn’t, and the moment passed.

      “Did you ever consider any other career?” she asked.

      “When I was seven I wanted to be a pilot. At four, I considered becoming a trash collector but gave up on that.”

      “Wise decision.”

      Her eyes glowed with interest, he noted. She’d done this before in her work as a reporter, and she enjoyed it. Move over, Barbara Walters, he thought. But she wasn’t Barbara Walters anymore, he reminded himself, and again wondered why.

      “What do you want to be doing in ten years?” she asked.

      “Still working in the field I’m in and making the new hospital the best damn pediatric cancer facility in the country.”

      “Any personal aspirations outside your career?” she asked.

      Once he’d have answered yes. He’d have said he wanted marriage, a family. Not anymore. “Not at the moment.”

      “I suppose, with the new hospital almost underway, your life is full enough,” she said.

      It had been once. Remorse, as familiar as his breath, washed over him. But he’d had plenty of practice in hiding his emotions, so he nodded, then smiled at her. “When we open, you can be our resident clown.”

      “You’ve got yourself a deal, Dr. Cameron.”

      “Call me Brett, since we’ll be working together.”

      “All right…Brett.” She gave him the gift of a smile, and they continued talking. He hadn’t spent an hour СКАЧАТЬ