It was dark and very cold as I sat on a bench in the
hospital garden, and furthermore it was snowing again.
I was sitting there alone as I had just heard the news
that my mother was dying, and I was still somewhat in shock.
I was on my way home; Mum had been sedated so there
was no point in my staying and the end was a little while off yet.
I should have gone straight home, but I had no one to
go home to and I needed time to think.
I had been sitting there for maybe half an hour and
was used to the silence and was totally lost in my own thoughts so much so that
I had failed to hear the crunch of approaching footsteps in the snow.
Due to the darkness, I was all but invisible and I
suddenly saw something moving in my peripheral vision which made me jump and to
my perpetual shame caused me to let out an involuntary yelp.
This in turn made the figure in the dark scream.
The source of the scream was a nurse at the convent
hospital and who worked on the wing my mother was in, I couldn’t bring her name
to mind at the time.
“Oh Shit” she said in very un-convent like language.
“What the fuck are you doing hiding out here in the
dark?”
“I’m sorry” I said, “I didn’t mean to scare you”.
“Oh its Mr. McAteer isn’t it?” she asked “So what
brings you out here? Are you ok?”
“Yes” I replied, “I just needed some quiet time”.
“I heard about your mother, I’m sorry it wasn’t better
news” she said.
She sat down on the bench beside me and took out a
pack of cigarettes from her coat pocket, she took one out and put it to her
lips and then offered the pack to me.
I had given up smoking two years earlier, but I didn’t
hesitate in accepting one.
“Thanks Nurse…” I began.
“Fedeli” she replied as she gave me a light “But call
me Elena”.
“Thanks Elena” I said and inhaled deeply and closed my
eyes as I exhaled the smoke and felt the welcoming light headedness as my body
greeted the nicotine with open arms.
“It looks like you’re enjoying that Mr. McAteer” she
said.
“Call me Dave” I said and took another drag “this is
the first fag I’ve had for two years”.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know” Elena said.
“Don’t be sorry, I really missed it” I said honestly.
She dragged on her cigarette. The tip glowing
brightly, briefly illuminated her face and then faded to a glow.
“I'm sorry I scared you,” I said taking a final drag
on my cigarette before dropping it on the ground and grinding it under the heel
of my shoe.
“That’s ok” she replied and paused briefly before adding.
“By the sound of that yelp you made, perhaps I should
be apologizing to you”.
“Quite” I said sheepishly.
“You look like you could use a drink” Elena said.
And she reached into her pocket again and this time
pulled out a silver hip flask.
She unscrewed the cap and took a slug and then handed
it to me.
“Thanks” I said taking it from her and putting it to
my lips.
The whisky tasted so good, and I felt it warming me to
the very core.
I handed her back the flask and watched her take a
good slug before putting the cap back on.
“What kind of a nun are you?” I asked
with a laugh “Swearing, smoking and drinking”.
And actually, thinking what a really naughty girl she
was.
“I’m not a nun!” She shouted, “Why does everyone think
I’m a nun?”
“Sorry but you work in a convent hospital, and you
dress like a nun” I said in my defence.
“I’m a nurse in a hospital, and this is my uniform”
she said, “No wonder, nobody ever asks me out, I can assure you that I’m not a
nun!”
“I’m sorry Elena” I said, “If it helps, I thought you
were a very attractive nun”.
She looked at me and laughed.
The snow continued to fall and was settling on her
headgear.
As I looked at her, I couldn’t understand why she
would ever have been short of a date.
She had a beautiful face, and her eyes were dazzling.
It was also a kind face with a delicate smile and her
colouring clearly betrayed her Mediterranean ancestry.
Being a good catholic boy and having thought until a
few minutes earlier that she was a nun, I wasn’t sure if thinking she was sexy
was a sin or not, but I thought she was, even if it was sinful.
I was also grateful for the distraction from thinking
about my mum.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked me of the blue.
“Much better,” I replied
“Was it a shock?” she asked,
“Yes.” I replied and then corrected myself “No, not
really”.
She didn’t speak but looked at me and silently invited
me to continue.
“I was expecting it, but I didn’t want to believe it”
I said, “I lied to myself”.
“That’s quite natural” she said sympathetically “Loved
ones have often confided that to me”.
“That’s because they think you’re a nun” I said, and
we both laughed.
The snow was falling harder now, and it was getting
colder.
“Are you off duty?” I asked although I’d already made
the assumption that she was.
“Yes” she replied, “I’m done for the day”.
“Well, I’m chilled to the bone” I said, “do you fancy
getting something to eat?”
“Yes, that would be nice” she replied, and a broad
smile crossed her face “As long as you don’t mind being seen out with a nun”.