They landed in Montreal shortly after 4 pm. Steve, Claude, Ginny, and Jas went ahead to the hospital. The rest of the team would follow.
Thérèse had been moved into a private room in the ICU and she was surrounded by her family. Ginny’s uncles and cousins were there, of course, and Thérèse’s sisters and their families. Ginny felt sorry that Steve would have to meet her family this way.
As soon as she walked in, Thérèse beckoned her to come beside her.
“Ma fille, you came!” she exclaimed in French. “I didn’t know if I’d see you.” She held Ginny’s face in her hands and searched her eyes.
“You are in love again. I’m so glad.” Thérèse said. “Is this him? Introduce us.”
Thérèse didn’t understand a great deal of English, so Ginny introduced Steve to her aunt and uncle in both English and French and translated for him.
Thérèse was always a tart and wanted to know how big Steve’s equipment was!
Her uncle chastised Thérèse for being too forward, but she waved him off.
“I want to know that my sweet girl is well taken care of.” she said.
Ginny looked around quickly at Steve. He was chatting with her cousin, Pierre, who was in the armed forces, and raised an eyebrow at her when she looked. Maybe he understood more French than he was letting on, or was she blushing?
Ginny turned back to her aunt and said “Ma tante, he’ll do.” and winked.
What she really wanted to say was how wonderful a lover he was, how he made a noise in his throat just before he came, how he treated her like his queen always. She had shared all of these tidbits about her other lovers with her aunt and more. But the room was full of well-wishers and it was not a place to share such intimate details.
Thérèse caressed her niece’s cheek. “I will not know this one as I have the others.” she said, sadly.
Ginny felt hot tears prickling the corners of her eyes.
“Not unless you watch us, ma belle tante.” Ginny’s voice squeaked at the end as her tears flowed unchecked and she put her head down on her aunt’s chest and sobbed her despair.
Steve was watching her with concern, but didn’t go to her. He knew that she was where she needed to be.
Thérèse saw his concern and smiled at him. He smiled sadly back. He would do, she thought.
When Ginny’s tears had subsided, Thérèse brushed a tear away with her hand and said, “Tell me of him in your prayers, ma belle. I will hear.” Continue reading “A Time For Heroes – Chapter 24 – Death in Montreal”