my eyes and didn’t seem to know where to look.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said.
“I am glad you came. I would have called you, but they took away my cell phone.”
Lisbet’s call had saved my life. She had phoned me just before I was attacked, and heard enough of my beating to call 911. Lisbet had even added the magic words “a police officer is being attacked at the Monastery of the Angels” to the emergency operator. Her call had received immediate attention.
“In fact, I’d be bounding out of my bed to shake your hand and thank you if they hadn’t taken away my underwear and put me in this ridiculous gown. So please accept my apologies that you didn’t hear from me, and that I don’t know quite what to say to the person that saved my life other than I owe you big time.”
“I only made a call,” she said.
“I don’t think I’d be alive if you hadn’t made that call.”
She wasn’t comfortable being my savior and looked more ready than ever to leave. I patted the chair next to me and said, “Have a seat. Please.”
Lisbet took the kind of tentative seat you do when you’re playing musical chairs and expecting the music to start up again.
“Was it some kind of attempted robbery?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Some people wanted to hurt me.”
Lisbet grimaced and still managed to look good. “Who and why?”
I didn’t like seeing her look so uncomfortable, so I said, “I’m thinking it might be some goons sent by the Book of the Month Club. They were really pissed off when I decided to cancel my membership.”
That got a smile out of her, and also made her remember the package she was holding. “Speaking of books,” she said and handed me the bag. “There’s a silly get-well card, and a little gift. I didn’t know how long you’d have to stay here, so I tried to think of what I could get you that might help pass the time.”
“Your being here helps pass the time better than anything I can think of.”
I opened the bag and pulled out a copy of Michael Connelly’s
“I haven’t read it,” she said, “but I know it’s about an LAPD detective.”
“Maybe I should take notes when I read it so I can learn how to be a real detective.”
Lisbet edged forward another inch in her chair, and looked that much closer to taking off. Embarrassed, she said, “I guess it wasn’t the best choice.”
“No, it’s my lame sense of humor that wasn’t the best choice,” I said, and then I reached out and lightly touched her hand.
She relaxed enough to take up a little more of the chair’s real estate, and I thought of something that might keep her there a few more minutes.
“Do you have a sweet tooth?”
“I have thirty-two of them.”
“Do me a favor and get that bag over there.”
Lisbet followed the direction of my finger and then brought me the bag I’d been holding when I was attacked. The cops on the scene had gathered my goodies and brought them to the hospital. Now I saw a use for them. Dottie from the gift shop had suggested I might get lucky with their chocolates. I hoped she was right.
I pulled out the box. “Here’s a token of my esteem for saving my life.”
Lisbet smiled and said, “If I had known saving lives involved chocolate, I might have made it my full-time vocation.”
In a Forrest Gump voice I said, “Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates.”
“Hand-dipped chocolates,” Lisbet said, reading the box. What she read next surprised her: “‘Monastery Candies-better than the best.’”
“You know the nuns wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true.”
“Nuns made these?”
I nodded. She studied the box once more, ran her fingernail under the slogan, and said, “I suppose we owe it to science to find out if these chocolates really are better than the best.”
“Apparently, the nuns didn’t have to take a vow of humility.”
“It’s not bragging if you can back it up,” Lisbet said, opening the box and passing a chocolate my way.
As I stuffed it into my mouth, I said, “I am sure this violates the hospital’s Jell-O dessert laws.”
Lisbet had already bitten into her chocolate, and her rapturous sounds reminded me of how the cartoon character Snuffles reacts after eating doggy treats. She didn’t quite levitate like Snuffles, but I think I saw one foot leave the ground.
“The nuns didn’t lie,” she said.
“There is a commandment or two that frowns upon that.”
“Another?” Lisbet said, holding the box out to me.
“The rest are for you.”
“You’re the one that’s a patient in the hospital.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret. If they don’t release me in the next few minutes, there’s going to be a prison break.”
“But I thought they were holding your underwear and cell phone as ransom.”
“They are, but extreme circumstances call for extreme measures.”
“Doesn’t knowing about your prison break make me an accessory to the crime?”
“It does. And let’s not forget that you’re already complicit in the receipt of a bribe.”
“You led me down that slippery slope.”
“I was helped by the nuns.”
“I can resist everything but temptation,” she said and started chewing on a second chocolate.
“It’s good to know you’re human.”
“And not a saint?”
Lisbet’s tone was playful, but there was an edge to it. The look she gave me also suggested she had some issues with her nickname.
“People respect you,” I said. “That’s why they call you that.”
“I’m no saint. I take in abandoned newborns and see to their burials because I think it’s the right thing to do. It’s not as if I believe that God spoke to me and told me what to do. I know a lot of people think that what I do is strange, and that the only possible explanation is that I’m a bit touched.”
“I am glad you’re not a saint. I can deal with strange just fine, but I’m not very good with sanctity.”
“What about you?” she said. “I’ve given up my halo, but you still have your pedestal.”
“What pedestal is that?”
“You’re a hero, a modern-day knight-errant that braved dragon fire to bring a notorious villain to justice.”
“Now that you saved my life, I’ll let you be the hero.”
“I dialed three digits. That’s all.”
“And all I did was my job. The news of my heroism was greatly exaggerated. But there are perks. Did you know that this is Go to Lunch with a Hero Week?”
“That somehow escaped my notice.”
“Well, it’s true. That means your civic duty requires you to have lunch with me, and me with you.”
“I’m not one that usually shirks her civic duty.”
“Nor am I. You mind if my partner joins us? Sirius pouts a lot if he thinks he’s being excluded.”
“I am all for Sirius joining us, but I’m wondering if the restaurant will be as welcoming.”
“We know all the restaurants in the city that are dog friendly. My partner’s favorite watering hole is this microbrewery with a nice outdoor patio. I always order a burger and brew, and he has a burger along with a water bowl, and we’re both happy.”
“They ever mix up your orders?”
“That happens all the time.”
“I think I’ll order a salad to alleviate the confusion.”
Suddenly I was feeling a whole lot better.
