I am running so fast, my heart is pounding and I

   am breathless. I feel a stitch in my side, but I keep going. The phone call put me in a panic. Will I get there too late? Will she be dead by then?

  The hospital seems so quiet, but then again it's a Saturday night. When the elevator finally gets up to the ICU, I see so many friends waiting. Ida and Bella are leaning over Irving, trying to comfort the distraught man. Mary sits next to him on the couch, holding his hand. Tessie sits in a chair across from him. His best friend, Sol, paces, unable to hide his fear. Yolie and Denny stand huddled in a corner, hugging each other. The two of them are crying. Enya is praying, and even a couple of the Canadians are there as well. Finally, I see Sophie. She is seated away from them, near a window, sobbing.

  By the number of empty coffee cups, I get the feeling they've been here quite a while. They look weary and worried.

  Ida hurries to meet me halfway.

  I have to ask it. "Millie. Is she . . . gone?"

  "No. But she may be in a coma. Somebody mentioned putting her in a hospice. But no one's told us anything definite yet."

  "Oh, God, what happened?"

  Ida and I move away from the others. "If it wasn't for Mary, she'd be dead. Thank God, even in his fright, Irving had the sense to call her right after calling nine-one-one. He actually remembered she once was a nurse. She ran over. When she saw that Millie had been vomiting and was choking to death, she knew what to do." Ida tries to hold back her tears. "It may be too late anyway. Mary told us she even had a seizure."

  "What caused all this?"

  "Brace yourself: Sophie. Remember when she announced, when we were doing our quilting, that her doctor had a cure for Alzheimer's?"

  "Oh, no."

  "Yes. Irving would have tried anything to save Millie. Sophie encouraged him to go. From what we could piece together, he took Millie to Dr. Friendly, who gave her an experimental drug."

  There seems to be a mild commotion. Irving is

yelling at a nurse and everyone surrounds them. We hurry back.

  Irving tries to pull away. He is shrieking. "No, no, I won't. I can't." He is near hysteria.

  I turn to Mary. "What's happening?"

  "They have a form that Millie filled out a long time ago. To pull the plug and not resuscitate her if the doctors feel she is beyond care. But Irving won't sign it."

  "Let me go to her. I have to be with her. Let me!" Irving is wailing. It is heartbreaking.

  "All right," the nurse tells him. "But only for a few minutes."

  Sweet, gentle Irving shouts, "I'll stay as long as I want!"

  The nurse leads him out. I am aware of Sophie staring at his back. She can't bear it and turns away. Ida and I exchange glances. Bella sees us. We all three head over to where she now stands.

  "Sophie—" I start.

  "No, go away." She won't face us. "Leave me alone. I mean it. Go away!"

  Ida gently pats her on the back. She winces. We leave her standing there.

  Hours later, some of us are still there. We have been taking turns waiting. Irving had his way. He's still with Millie. We're sitting in a circle of chairs and couches. Ida, Bella, Mary, Enya, Yolie, Denny, and me. Enya leads us in prayer.

  "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want . . ."

  Sophie still won't join us. I feel terrible for her suffering. But I can see her lips moving with ours.

  It is near midnight when Irving comes back to us. We've been sleeping or dozing or reading, but we are still there. He looks exhausted, but there is a small smile. We look to him expectantly.

  "She is out of the coma. She will live."

  We all run to him and embrace him. He tells us to go home and rest, but he is staying.

  As everyone picks up books and newspapers, sweaters, preparing to go home, Irving walks over to Sophie.

  "I'm so sorry," she sobs. She can't look him in the face. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

  He puts his arms around her and holds her. "Please don't blame yourself. Millie wouldn't want you to." He kisses her gently on the forehead.

  We are all in a puddle of tears.

We stand outside for a few moments, breathing the cool nighttime air. Yolie and Denny tell us they will walk back home.

  "Tell them, Denny." Yolie insists, pulling at his shirt.

  His head is bowed. "Yolanda wanted me to tell you about us taking Irving and Millie to that awful doctor. But I didn't listen to her." He cannot look at us.

  Mary tries to comfort them. "Millie was in very bad shape. You knew that. She was near the end. Irving wanted to try anything—maybe it would have helped. But you mustn't blame yourself."

  Yolie asks, "What happens to her now? Will she come home?"

  Mary answers. "I doubt it. I believe she will have to go to an Alzheimer's facility. She will need much more care than you can give her."

  "What about Mr. Irving?"

  Ida answers that one. "He'll need all the help all of us can give him. Maybe you'll stay with him?"

  She cries with joy. "I will never leave him alone." Denny hugs her.

  They walk on, clutching each other. Mary drives Enya home.

  The rest of us pile into my car.

  As we drive across the street to where we live, Sophie tells us she's made a decision. "I'm gonna call the AMA and tell them about Dr. Friendly."

  We nod, though in the dark of the car she can't see that. It doesn't matter. She knows we are on her side and support whatever she wants to do.

  We continue to hold vigil most of Sunday. There is no change in Millie.

  Finally, utterly exhausted, back in my apartment, I notice that I have a message on my cell phone. It's from Hope Watson. Apparently the prodigals have just come home from their weekend trip. She thought I'd like to know that and maybe do something about my sister.

Monday afternoon I'm back at Wilmington House, yet again. I look around for her. Evvie is nowhere to be found. I make discreet inquiries, since everyone seems to be on an Evelyn and Philip watch. Not seen today at all. Not at lunch. Or breakfast. But, I am told with snickering, there are hints from kitchen staff that meals are being served by room service. In Philip's room. Maids report there has been a Do Not Disturb sign on all day. Even the staff is in on the excitement. No wonder Hope gives me a dirty look as I pass her in the lobby. I move away quickly before she starts asking questions. I ponder what to do. Go upstairs and knock on his door? And make a fool of myself? No way.

  I try Evvie's apartment first. I knock, but no answer. I open our adjoining doors and enter, but there's nothing to see but the usual spotlessly clean rooms left by the daily maid. I stand listlessly in the middle of her living room.

  I don't remember the last time I felt this unsure. What do I do now?