"He's resting, dear. I was just about to go out and get some things, milk and soup and the like."
"So . . . dare I ask? How is he?"
"He's weak, but I think he's going to be fine. If people will just let him be."
"Look, I hate to bother him, but it's really an emergency. I'm calling from Guatemala."
"Oh. I truly don't know if he's awake, dear. He was napping a while ago."
"Could you . . . could you go and see? Please. And take the phone?"
"Just a minute." She sounded reluctant, but I could hear her movements as she shuffled across the loft. I listened, wondering how long Alex Goddard was going to be away, and then a moment later . . .
"Yeah." There was a rustle as Lou got a grip on his cordless. "Morgan, is that you? Where the hell are you now?"
It took me a second to even find my voice, I was so thrilled to hear him. He sounded just like always.
"Hey, how's it going, champ?" I said. Come on, Lou. Get well. Fight.