Bridget
went back to work at Mr. Gold’s house that evening. She was cleaning the lower
floor now, so she first swept the entrance hall and washed the windows in and
beside the door. She worked quickly, trying to block out her memories from that
day, but she couldn’t. It couldn’t be true, could it? It couldn’t be true that
she would never see Archie again. Even in the few weeks she had known him,
Bridget had begun to feel like they had been friends for years. He couldn’t
just disappear.
But
it wasn’t because of friendship that he had canceled their counseling sessions,
was it? That was what Bridget was afraid of, what she was so unwilling to admit
to herself. She kept repeating his words in her mind: Frankly, Bridget, I’ve come to see that my feelings at this time put me
in severe danger of being unable to keep that distance.
There
were a lot of extra words in that sentence, but the essential meaning was
there. Bridget turned the sentence upside-down and backwards in her mind,
looked at it from all angles, and finally allowed herself to conclude that what
she feared and hoped for was true. Archie had confessed his love to her that
day.
And
now he was gone.
Now
that she had admitted to herself that he loved her, Bridget could also admit
that she loved him. But what did it matter now? All she wanted now was to see
him, to talk to him, but that was impossible. The vacuum cleaner Bridget was
pushing across the living room floor slowed to a stop, and her hand shook on
the handle. A few tears fell from her eyes. She couldn’t accept this. Every
time she thought about never seeing him again, her mind recoiled from the idea.
“Is
something wrong?” came a level voice from behind her, and Bridget stiffened.
She switched off the vacuum and turned to face Mr. Gold, hoping this was the
most respectful thing to do. Feeling that there were still tears in her eyes,
she blinked a little but didn’t raise a hand to her face to wipe them away. She
hoped futilely that he couldn’t tell she had been crying.
“Nothing’s
wrong, sir,” she said.
“Well,
I heard the vacuum running, but it didn’t sound like it was moving…” Gold
glanced down at the vacuum with a slight gesture toward it. He met her eyes
again. “So I just wanted to make sure nothing had broken.”
The
odd thought popped into Bridget’s head that something had broken. “No,
everything’s all right.”
“I
see,” Mr. Gold said. He held her gaze for a moment, then turned and walked out
of the room, leaning on his cane.
Bridget
finished vacuuming the living room, then left immediately. She had a few more
things to do, but she could finish them tomorrow.
~~~
The
next day was Thursday. Bridget easily finished the rest of her work at Mr.
Gold’s house by 5:00 and walked back home. As she came to the door of the
apartment building, she noticed Sister Astrid waiting on the bench outside. She
waved, brightening up a little. “Sister Astrid!” she called.
Astrid
jumped up, then ran and hugged her. “Ohh,” she said, “How are you doing,
Bridget?”
“Well,
ah…” Bridget couldn’t say she was doing fine, not to her best friend.
“It’s
okay,” Astrid said, holding her hands and looking her in the eyes, “I heard
what happened. I came because I wanted to talk and find out from you what’s
really going on. Let’s go inside, all right? I haven’t gotten to see your new
apartment. Well, I have—just not after you unpacked everything.”
Bridget
smiled slightly. “Yeah, come on in.” She punched in the combination on the door
and led Astrid upstairs to her apartment. It was a very small but comfortable
place with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a small living room. Bridget
had very little furniture of her own, and very few possessions over all, but
she had been given a small table, two chairs, and a futon to start with. She
also had a pan and one set of dishes. It was enough for her at the moment, and
until she found a way to make money, it would have to do.
The
futon didn’t have a frame, so it was laid out on the floor. Bridget and Astrid
sat on it together like they had always sat on Bridget’s bed in the nunnery.
“So
what did Dr. Hopper tell you?” Bridget asked.
Astrid’s
thin face was serious now. “All I heard was that you wanted to discontinue
counseling,” she replied, “Is that true?”
“It’s
true that the counseling has been discontinued,” Bridget replied, fiddling with
a corner of the blanket, “I don’t think it was necessarily true that either of
us wanted it, but I suppose it was the right decision.”
“Why
was it discontinued?”
“Dr.
Hopper thought our relationship was becoming unprofessional.”
“Oh…”
Sister Astrid placed a hand over her mouth, searching Bridget’s face, “I’m
sorry; I encouraged you.”
“I
think he’s right. It was the right decision,” Bridget repeated, swallowing
hard. She had thought about this all day. “It’s not supposed to happen, you
know?”
“Are
you saying you…really did like him?” Astrid asked, watching her earnestly.
Bridget
nodded, concentrating all the more on the corner of the blanket. “I think he
liked me too,” she mumbled.
“Well,
now that he’s not your psychologist anymore, that means you can maybe pursue a
relationship,” Astrid suggested optimistically, with a bright smile.
“No,
he told me we couldn’t see each other at all anymore,” Bridget said.
Astrid’s
smile vanished. She looked hurt. “Oh, I…I think I understand how you must
feel,” she said distractedly, “You think you’re going to be with him forever,
and then suddenly he says, no…this can’t work…because of who we are…That must
be really awful. And all your dreams, they just disappear. I’m so sorry.”
“Has
that happened to you before?”
“No,
but I can feel it in my heart. Empathy, I guess. Bridget, I’m really sorry…”
Bridget
blinked away tears. “It was just so unexpected,” she said, “I guess I should’ve
expected it, but I didn’t. Sister Astrid, I really felt a deep connection with
him. I don’t know how it was possible for me to feel such a deep connection in
such a short time. Maybe because I opened up to him? I wish it had all never
happened.”
“Do
you wish you’d never met him?”
“I
can’t bring myself to wish that. I suppose I only wish things could be
different. It’s like what I love has been ripped from me, and I’m helpless to
do anything about it.”
“Do
you really love him? Maybe you can talk to him again. Maybe you don’t have to
give up yet!”
Bridget
shook her head. “I would, perhaps, except that part of me thinks he’s right.
It’s not appropriate for a patient to fall in love with her psychologist. And
maybe, even after ending the professional relationship, there’s no way for it
to ever become appropriate.”
“I
won’t believe that,” Sister Astrid declared.
“Well,
for now, I have to,” Bridget replied, “He made a responsible decision, and I
should respect that. It’s all part of his character—how he always believes in
following his conscience. If that’s what his conscience told him to do, I don’t
want to go against it. I won’t try to talk to him again.”
Astrid
was silent for a moment, stunned. Then she said, “If that’s what you’ve
decided…”
“It
is.”
“Then
you should do it. Let him go.” Sister Astrid hung her head sadly.
For a
few moments, there was silence in the little room. There was nothing to be
said. Then Sister Astrid spoke up again, trying to smile. “H-how’s work?”
“Discouraging,”
Bridget replied, “Before, I was able to tell myself I was doing it ‘for
Archie’, and that made it fun, even though I wasn’t getting paid. But now, I
know why I’m doing it, but I’m not allowing myself to think about that, so that
makes it feel pointless. Now I’m thinking about how I’m wasting time when I
could be working to make money for food. I can’t do it ‘for Archie’ anymore,
because I can’t see him again, and I don’t want to encourage those feelings.”
“Sorry,”
Sister Astrid said, “Well, maybe you could try doing it for Mr. Gold, since
he’s the one you’re working for.”
“Are
you serious?”
Astrid
nodded tensely.
“Sister
Astrid, I’m terrified of Mr. Gold. I don’t know why, since he hasn’t done
anything to me yet—except, well, this—but for some reason, I’m just terrified
of him.”
“It
was just an idea,” Astrid said hurriedly, “I thought, since you wanted to find
some purpose for your work, and Mr. Gold is benefiting from it, it’s possible...”
“I
don’t know if it is.”
“Do
you hate him?”
Bridget
examined her heart carefully. “I might…” she said slowly, “…but I’m mostly just
afraid.”
“I
guess a lot of people are afraid of Mr. Gold,” Sister Astrid observed with a
nervous laugh, “I know I am. Anyway…” She pulled her backpack toward her and
unzipped the top, taking out a paper sack. “I brought supper. I figured you
wouldn’t mind if I did. Wanna share with me?”
Bridget
smiled. “Thank you so much.” Any chance to save money was welcome. It would
also be nice to have dinner with Sister Astrid again. The nun’s visit had done
a lot to cheer her up.
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