sick?”
“I’m okay,” she said. “I just need to move pretty soon. I have to get up,” she said, yet made no effort to rise.
“Maybe she had a seizure or something,” Andy said.
“Ask her if she took anything,” BJ said from behind them.
“Sonja, did you take something? Medicine? Maybe a whole bunch of your magic herbs?”
She shook her head, remaining against the wall.
“Where’s George, Sonja? Has he gone to work?”
“George,” she said, shaking her head. “Poor George.”
“Sonja, what? What about George?” Gerri demanded.
“Get her to the hospital,” BJ said from behind them. “She’s having some kind of psychotic break.”
Gerri turned and looked at BJ. She was shocked that BJ would catch this before her, with her master’s in psych. But looking back at Sonja, it was obvious. Everything was all wrong—she wouldn’t have put on yoga clothes to walk in the morning, but she did have an afternoon class three days a week. She might’ve been like this since yesterday. But where was George? And the torn-up nails, the sweating face and greasy hair...
Instead of asking any more questions, she said to Andy, “Get your car. Pull into her drive. Let’s go.”
“Maybe an ambulance?” Andy asked.
“Get the car. Right now!” Then to BJ she said, “Help me here,” and they each took one arm and slowly lifted Sonja to her feet, urging her to walk. “You’re going to be okay now,” she murmured to Sonja, leading her out of the house. “It’s going to be okay—just come with me.”
BJ left them to take their friend to the hospital. Gerri sat in the back with a Sonja she couldn’t even recognize. She asked her questions all the way to the hospital, but didn’t get any answers. Sonja would sigh softly or whisper, “Poor George,” or just shake her head and turn unfocused eyes toward Gerri.
It took quite a lot of confusing explanations at the emergency room before they put Sonja in an exam room. Gerri called her house and Jed answered. “Listen, I didn’t walk this morning, I’m—”
“I know, Mom,” he said. “Some lady came to the door and said you had to rush Sonja to the hospital. But she didn’t say what was wrong. What’s wrong?”
“We don’t know, she hasn’t seen the doctor yet. It’s like she’s drugged or something. I have to find George. Get my address book out of the kitchen drawer and see if his cell number is there. Look under Johanson. I know I don’t have it in my phone.”
“Sure,” he said. “Want me to get Jessie and Matt to school? I can be late for class.”
“Please. I should stay here until—”
“Here it is,” Jed interrupted, reciting the numbers.
“Thanks, honey. You’re in charge. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I won’t go anywhere else without calling your cell or leaving a note at home.”
“Want me to run your purse and phone by the emergency room?”
“Could you? That would help.”
It was a long, tense hour before George entered the E.R. and went directly to the nurses’ station. He produced his insurance information, asked questions, answered, nodded solemnly. Gerri crept closer to listen, but it didn’t take long for the nurse to pull George away from the desk just as a doctor was exiting Sonja’s exam room. Gerri would have liked to sidle up to them and eavesdrop, but the doctor was speaking in low, private tones, so she shrank back.
“Mom?”
She turned to see Jed standing there, holding her purse. “Oh, honey,” she said. “This is so good of you.”
He shrugged it off. “You know anything yet? Like what’s wrong with her?”
“No, we—” She stopped talking as George approached them, his head down. She turned her attention on him, touching his arm. “George, what’s wrong? What happened to her?”
He took a breath. “It’s a little complicated. The doctor has called for a psych consult. They’re going to be keeping her for a while. I’ll go see her in a minute. They’ve given her something to calm her down, but—”
“Calm her down? She was almost catatonic!”
“Not on the inside,” he said. “Her brain was on overdrive. She needs medication.”
“She won’t like that. Maybe they should tell her it’s herbs. George, where were you? Aren’t you usually home in the mornings?”
“Yeah, well that’s the complicated part. Sonja and I have separated. I left our home yesterday. It must have come as more of a shock than I anticipated.”
“What?”
“I imagine we’ll divorce, Gerri. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of her. It was never my intention to abandon her. I just can’t live in that loony bin any longer.”
Gerri got in his face. “You left her?” She felt Andy and Jed each grab hold of one of her arms, keeping her back before she launched on him physically. “Did you talk it over with her first? Air your...your... Did she know?”
“Oh, I talked, but Sonja never listened. Do you have any idea what it’s like, living in a temple? I thought I had prostatitis, I was peeing so much—but it was just all the goddamn fountains and waterfalls in the house. The candles, the meditation music, the herb-infested meals that tasted like lawn clippings...”
“She did all that for you!”
“I’m sure she thought so, but I asked her not to. There’s more stimulation on a mountaintop monastery in Tibet,” he said. “Really, I did my best. Sonja’s kind of nuts.”
Gerri was straining against the hold Andy and Jed had on her. “You know she can’t take that sort of thing! You should have given her a list to work from or a date to deal with! You can’t just leave her! She’s too fragile for that!”
“Mom,” Jed said, pulling on her arm. “Jeez, Mom. There are people...”
“I have to make arrangements for her,” George said. “Maybe we’ll talk later.” And he turned away from them.
“Jesus, Mom!” Jed admonished. “Calm down. People are watching.”
Gerri turned abruptly and sat down on one of the chairs against the wall. Her cheeks were flushed. She threaded her fingers into the short hair on top of her head, kneading a little wildly. How could George know so little about his own wife? Didn’t he realize Sonja clung to all that stuff to keep her steady? She had to have her bag of tricks to get through the days. It was her life raft. And organization, planning, they were her religion. She couldn’t cope with a shock like suddenly losing her husband, her marriage.
And then Gerri
