Rosa looked up.
The girl from the funeral stood in the doorway holding a bicycle.
“I thought you might come here,” the girl said calmly.
“You followed me?” Rosa asked.
The girl nodded.
“When Harold gave me the envelope, he said it was the most important thing I would ever do.”
Rosa studied her carefully.
“What’s your name?”
“Gini.”
The name felt unfamiliar, yet connected somehow to the letters she had just read.
“And your mother?” Rosa asked.
“Virginia.”
The name echoed through Rosa’s thoughts.
She closed the chest slowly.
“Can you take me to her?”
A Visit to the Hospital
Gini hesitated for a moment before explaining the situation.
Her mother was in the hospital.
