I nod. “For free. Of whatever you want.”
“Why the hell would I want a portrait?”
“Because a ‘Flora‘ original is going to be worth a fortune someday,” I reply, not caring how haughty I sound at the moment.
The Beta stares at me, clearly not buying it. I don’t blame him, of course; lying to Arthur is a big deal for him, and a painting is, well, a painting. But I hold up the bag of supplies and say, “Besides, I owe you for these. And… Thank you, by the way.”
Ezra glances at the bag and sighs. “I’ll consider it,” he says noncommittally.
That’s good enough for me, I suppose. For now.
With that, Ezra and I make our way back to the apartment building side–by–side in silence. It’s not the most comfortable silence, but I have to admit—it is sort of nice to have some company on my walk.
When we arrive, however, we come upon a scene that I wasn’t expecting. There’s a line of cars outside the building, drivers shouting and honking their horns.
And there, standing in the middle of the street, is Augustine in her nightgown.
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It’s been a long day–a long week, really–and I’m eager to get home. In fact, I leave the office a few minutes early, looking forward to making dinner with Iris and Miles. It’s strange having them in the apartment, but it also feels right. I just wish Iris would stay without a fuss.
Just as I’m rounding the corner to the apartment building, I notice an ambulance and a police car sitting outside. My heart lurches. Are Iris and Miles hurt?
I quickly park the car, slipping on my hat and sunglasses, and rush inside.
Iris is sitting in the lobby, Cliff and Ezra and a few EMTs standing nearby. Augustine is sitting beside her. They’re both… laughing.
I hesitate, not sure what to make of the scene. Augustine, the elderly landlady, has been battling the first symptoms of dementia for some time now. The once bubbly, intelligent, and feisty woman stopped smiling once Iris left, and as of late, she’s hardly even left her apartment.
But now…
Cliff hurries up to me, pulling me aside with Ezra. “What happened?” I whisper.
Ezra nods his head toward Augustine. “Iris went to the art supply store, and I went with her. When we came back, Augustine was standing in the street, confused.”
I look at Cliff, who’s wringing his hands nervously. “She was having one of her episodes,” he says softly. “I tried to get her to come in, but it just frightened her more. While I was calling an ambulance, she ran into the street. It’s a good thing Iris showed up when she did.”
“Iris managed to pull her out of it?” I ask.
Ezra’s face pales slightly. “It was uncanny,” he says, glancing over at where Iris is still sitting with Augustine,
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laughing and smiling like old times. “The moment she saw Iris, her whole face lit up. She walked right over, lucid
as can be.”
I blink, surprised. I’ve been around to witness a couple of the elderly landlady’s episodes, and none of us have ever been able to calm her down once she gets in a state. She gets paranoid sometimes, claiming that people are plotting against her. Even Cliff, who she’s known for decades, is some sort of secret government spy in her eyes af times.
But now that Iris is here, she snapped out of it right away? doesn’t make sense, and yet….
I can’t quite believe it, but at the same time, I can. Iris is a kind, sweet soul at her core, even after all these years of resentment and heartbreak. Even Augustine can sense that in the midst of an episode.
And it’s moments like this that make me wish even more that she would just stay here with us.
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