Clara opened her eyes. “Dad says ‘hi’ and to give you a big kiss”, said Melissa. “He’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.” She walked over to the large window and pulled open the blinds. “Oh my God, the view is amazing, grandma! You can see the entire skyline of Chicago from in here. You have a better view from your room than I do from my apartment!”
“I’ll trade you,” Clara said. “Too bad I can’t see that view. You know, I just love this city – ever since I first came here.
“Really, grandma, I thought you were born here?”
“No, grandpa was born here, but I came here from Buffalo with a traveling dance troupe and when the show ended, I stayed because I fell in love with this handsome waiter. He was so charming, your grandpa. He swept me right off my toes. We had many good times here . . . so many memories. Once, we ate dinner at a restaurant right next to the table of Mister Al Capone.”
“I never knew you led such an exciting life, grandma. I can’t believe you met Al Capone!”
“Well, it’s good to know that even though your grandpa is gone now, and I’m stuck in here for the rest of my time, the heartbeat of that old city keeps pounding.”
“Grandma, don’t talk like that.” Melissa’s voice cracked.
“Oh, I almost forgot to show something I did.” Melissa said changing the subject. She brought the shiny silver tea pot over for Clara to see.
“It looks as beautiful as it did the day your grandpa gave it to me.”
Melissa started away with the pot.
“Wait a minute. I think I saw it.” Clara said.
“What do you mean, grandma?”
“I saw the reflection on the tea pot.”
“The city. My city”