Infernos, part 7

Part 7

Michael���s chair creaked nervously under him. ���I���ve been sick for a long time.���

Years of raucous partying every night had concealed his symptoms under the mask of binge-drinking. Headaches were par for the course when living with an unending hangover. His doctor had given him a month–six weeks at the max. His life had become an unending series of medications and sympathy cards. He was dying, but he didn���t have to die of brain cancer.

A waft of lavender and rose drifted from the brunette locks flowing around Emma���s face. Her soft, uncalloused hands gripped his fingers with a life-line of hope. ���You needn���t worry anymore, Michael. Your sickness has gone and will not return to you here.���

Michael���s hands began to sweat. ���That���s not possible.���

Emma straightened and held up a huge yellow apple and a matching banana. ���These fruits do not enjoy the same climate. The apple tree bears fruit to harvest in the fall, yet it is summer and I picked this for you today. The banana grows in hot, humid climates with rain year round, and I harvested this bunch today. Is it impossible for these two fruits to grow in the same place? For most, yes it is, for us���nothing is impossible.���