A Visit to an Invalid

I remember

Visiting my mother’s friend Marion

Who lived in a small apartment in the Bronx

With her husband Hyman.

He worked in the post office.

They had a little girl, Helen.

Helen had to stay in bed all day

Every day

Because she suffered from rheumatic fever

And her heart was weak.

I looked into Helen’s room while my mother drank coffee with Marion.

It was dark inside and humid

The venetian blinds were closed

Helen was lying in bed with the covers up to her waist

Her eyes were open.

I said hello and Helen turned her head

She said I have paper dolls

Do you want to play?

I said no

Paper dolls are stupid.

I walked back to my mother who after some time

Said goodbye to Marion

And we left.

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