“Hi, Jenny, sorry to bother you.”
“Hi, Juliet. What’s up?” Her tone is abrasive.
“Sorry to bother you, but have you heard from Henley today?” I ask.
“He emailed this morning to say he had external meetings all day and that he wouldn’t be in to the office.”
“Oh, yes. I completely forgot about that.” I hold on the line while I think. She obviously doesn’t know anything either. “Okay, thank you. I just couldn’t reach him. I’m sure he will call me back soon.”
“He’s a very busy man, Juliet.”
“I know,” I reply through gritted teeth. Don’t mess with me today, Jenny.
I am not in the mood.
“Thanks, Jenny.”
Thanks for nothing, bitch.
I do some cleaning and vacuum the floor. And then I prep my dinners for the week. I’m working afternoon shifts and want to try and be organized and healthy.
Where could he possibly be?
His father.
Oh fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that. Shit, shit, shit.
I scramble through Google to look for the nursing home’s phone number, and I call.
“Hello. San Sebastian Nursing Home.”
“Hello, can I be put through to the level-two nurses’ station, please?”
“Transferring you now.”
“Hello, level two. Christine speaking.”
I wince. I don’t really know Christine. I’ve never worked with her before. “Hi, Christine, it’s Juliet Drinkwater calling. We’ve never actually met, but I’ve seen your name on the roster. I do one shift a week.”
“Yes, hello, Juliet. I’ve seen your name on the roster too. How are you?”
“Good.” I pause. I know she can’t tell me anything.
“This is a random question, but I was wondering how Bernard James from room 206 is?”
“Oh . . . um.” She pauses.
“Off the record, of course,” I say. “He’s actually my boyfriend’s father, and I can’t get ahold of my boyfriend and am getting worried. His name is Henley James. Have you seen him?”
“Oh . . . ,” she replies. “You might want to come down here.”
“What’s happening?”
“Mr. James’s room is being cleaned out.”
My eyes widen. There’s only one reason someone cleans out a room.
No.