Nothing Lasts Forever

Honey said, “Neither have I.”

Paige brightened. “I looked at some apartments this morning. One of them was terrific, but I can’t afford it. It has three bedrooms …”

They stared at one another.

“If the three of us shared …” Kat said.

The apartment was in the Marina district, on Filbert Street. It was perfect for them. 3Br/2Ba, nu cpts, lndry, prkg, utils pd. It was furnished in early Sears Roebuck, but it was neat and clean.

When the three women were through inspecting it, Honey said, “I think it’s lovely.”

“So do I!” Kat agreed.

They looked at Paige.

“Let’s take it.”

They moved into the apartment that afternoon. The janitor helped them carry their luggage upstairs.

“So you’re gonna work at the hospital,” he said. “Nurses, huh?”

“Doctors,” Kat corrected him.

He looked at her skeptically. “Doctors? You mean, like real doctors?”

“Yes, like real doctors,” Paige told him.

He grunted. “Tell you the truth, if I needed medical attention, I don’t think I’d want a woman examining my body.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.”

“Where’s the television set?” Kat asked. “I don’t see one.”

“If you want one, you’ll have to buy it. Enjoy the apartment, ladies—er, doctors.” He chuckled.

They watched him leave.

Kat said, imitating his voice, “Nurses, eh?” She snorted. “Male chauvinist. Well, let’s pick out our bedrooms.”

“Any one of them is fine with me,” Honey said softly.

They examined the three bedrooms. The master bedroom was larger than the other two.

Kat said, “Why don’t you take it, Paige? You found this place.”

Paige nodded. “All right.”

They went to their respective rooms and began to unpack. From her suitcase, Paige carefully removed a framed photograph of a man in his early thirties. He was attractive, wearing black-framed glasses that gave him a scholarly look. Paige put the photograph at her bedside, next to a bundle of letters.

Kat and Honey wandered in. “How about going out and getting some dinner?”

“I’m ready,” Paige said.

Kat saw the photograph. “Who’s that?”

Paige smiled. “That’s the man I’m going to marry. He’s a doctor who works for the World Health Organization. His name is Alfred Turner. He’s working in Africa right now, but he’s coming to San Francisco so we can be together.”

“Lucky you,” Honey said wistfully. “He looks nice.”

Paige looked at her. “Are you involved with anyone?”

“No. I’m afraid I don’t have much luck with men.”

Kat said, “Maybe your luck will change at Embarcadero.”

The three of them had dinner at Tarantino’s, not far from their apartment building. During dinner they chatted about their backgrounds and lives, but there was a restraint to their conversation, a holding back. They were three strangers, probing, cautiously getting to know one another.

Honey spoke very little. There’s a shyness about her, Paige thought. She’s vulnerable. Some man in Memphis probably broke her heart.

Paige looked at Kat. Self-confident. Great dignity. I like the way she speaks. You can tell she came from a good family.

Meanwhile, Kat was studying Paige. A rich girl who never had to work for anything in her life. She’s gotten by on her looks.

Honey was looking at the two of them. They’re so confident, so sure of themselves. They’re going to have an easy time of it.

They were all mistaken.

When they returned to their apartment, Paige was too excited to sleep. She lay in bed, thinking about the future. Outside her window, in the street, there was the sound of a car crash, and then people shouting, and in Paige’s mind it dissolved into the memory of African natives yelling and chanting, and guns being fired. She was transported back in time, to the small jungle village in East Africa, caught in the middle of a deadly tribal war.

Paige was terrified. “They’re going to kill us!”

Her father took her in his arms. “They won’t harm us, darling. We’re here to help them. They know we’re their friends.”

And without warning, the chief of one of the tribes had burst into their hut …

Honey lay in bed thinking, This is sure a long way from Memphis, Tennessee, Betty Lou. I guess I can never go back there. Never again. She could hear the sheriffs voice saying to her, “Out of respect for his family, we’re going to list the death of the Reverend Douglas Lipton as a ‘suicide for reasons unknown,’ but I would suggest that you get the fuck out of this town fast, and stay out …”

Kat was staring out the window of her bedroom, listening to the sounds of the city. She could hear the raindrops whispering, You made it … you made it … I showed them all they were wrong. You want to be a doctor? A black woman doctor? And the rejections from medical schools. “Thank you for sending us your application. Unfortunately our enrollment is complete at this time.”

“In view of your background, perhaps we might suggest that you would be happier at a smaller university.”

She had top grades, but out of twenty-five schools she had applied to, only one had accepted her. The dean of the school had said, “In these days, it’s nice to see someone who comes from a normal, decent background.”

If he had only known the terrible truth.

Chapter Two (#ulink_62c9bf54-c9fc-5006-9f59-5f2460806ef5)

At five-thirty the following morning, when the new residents checked in, members of the hospital staff were standing by to guide them to their various assignments. Even at that early hour, the bedlam had begun.