Under an Olive Tree
“I can’t stand it anymore. I wish he were dead. He just…exists; he’s not living.” An old woman dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a thread-bare handkerchief she kept wringing in her hands. “Isn’t there anything you can do for him, Doctor? To end his suffering?”
“Mrs. Papadakis, he’s not suffering…”
“Not suffering? He doesn’t know who he is anymore! How is that ‘not suffering’?”
“What I mean is…”
“I know what you mean, Doctor.” Mrs. Papadakis clutched her purse tightly and glanced quickly at the window where the man who had once been her husband sat staring blankly ahead. He didn’t even know she was in the room! Refusing to cry anymore, she stiffened her spine and turned for the door. “I might not be back to visit for a while. It’s too hard seeing him like this.” With those words, a wife left her husband.
Under an olive tree in Greece, Nicholas Papadakis remained oblivious.