Revolving Door

He met them on the stairs. They spoke amongst each other in hushed tones and pulled uncomfortably at their clothing as they slowly made their way up the stairs ahead of him. They were a fat, well dressed, elderly couple. The old man breathed hard as he struggled to take each step while the old woman whispered and held him by his arm as they walked. The younger man was dressed in black pants with a white collared shirt and a long black jacket. He seemed to be in no rush and matched their pace while staying ten steps behind. Their steps were so quiet that the only audible noise besides their murmuring was from the hum of the building around them.

The building was decorated with yellowing wallpaper and dirty blue carpeting that stretched out like an ocean around him. The air carried a musty tomb-like scent that was cool and humid. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small white piece of paper. He glanced down and quietly read the paper for what seemed like the tenth time that day, “Gerald Randolph 7341 N. Longview Road #625” He slid the note back into his pocket and tried to remember what floor they had passed last.

When the couple reached the next landing the woman turned to him and said, “Are you going up to see Gerry?” The younger man tilted his head to one side and replied, “Yes ma’am, in 625.” The old woman’s eyebrows raised and she said, “Oh, good! I was worried we made too much food!” The younger man smiled and said, “Come now, I don’t look that chubby do I?” She laughed as if he had said something very funny. She said, “Heavens, you’re skin and bones compared to me! My name is Diane an’ this here’s Chuck.” Diane spoke with an unmistakable Texan accent and gestured toward the old man who was then leaning on the wall in order to catch his breath. “My name is John,” The young man chimed in, and leaned over to take hold of her hand. They shook hands and gave each other a pleasant “nice to meet you.” Diane cooed softly, “How nice that you came to visit.” John nodded and said, “It’s just been so hectic lately but I thought, “Why not today?”  You know?” Diane’s smile turned to a frown, “It has been so crazy lately.” She turned to Chuck and asked, “You ‘bout ready hun?” Chuck gave a tired grunt and began to walk again. John turned and followed his new friends up the remaining stairs and out to the 6^th floor hall.

The hall was covered in the same matted down blue carpet and wallpaper as the stairs. At either end of the hall was a large window covered by wavy glass block. The windows had no blinds or curtains and the bright white light that poured in served as the only illumination in the otherwise dark hallway. Three large silhouettes stepped into the hall and walked as slow as zombies to the railing that ran the length of the hall. Chuck walked with one hand in a ball to his chest and the other hand clamped tightly around the rail. As they walked, Diane filled the air with idle conversation about the weather and taxes and her recent trip to “Boca.” The three dark figures slowly made their way to the last door. Waiting for them on the door was a peephole and three gold numbers: 6-2-5.

John hugged the wall and moved to one side of the door. Chuck took the fist from his chest three loud knocks at the door. The peephole went dark and a moment later the door opened. Inside the room was the murmuring of even more people. They all carried on different conversations about nonchalant topics. Diane began to speak before she even knew who had opened the door, “ Hey Mary, how you doin’ darlin’?” A woman’s voice from behind the door replied, “Well, we’re doing good considering. Come on in.” Mary turned around and walked into the small living room with Chuck and Diane right behind her. Mary was a well dressed blonde woman in her late fifties. When the doorway was clear John slipped through the door and closed it behind himself.

“Please make yourselves comf-” Mary stopped. Her eyes met John’s. In the room were a dozen elderly men and women wearing suits and old fashioned dresses. They all carried wine glasses and some crowded around a hospital bed positioned next to the window. Everyone stopped talking to look at Mary who was focused on a younger man dressed in black standing in the doorway. Mary looked at the young man and asked, “Do I know you?” Strapped to the hospital bed were an oxygen tank, an IV, and a small bank of monitors with flashing lights. John’s reply was loud enough that it filled the room, “I’m here to see Gerry.” Mary began to shout, “I know who you are! Who let you in here? You’re not allowed to be here!” John replied in the same calm voice that he used before, “You invited me in.”

Everyone in the room remained perfectly still as John turned and walked over to the hospital bed.  The man in the bed was frail and wore an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. John said, “Gerald Randolph, my name is John. I’m an officer of the court and I’m here to serve you with a few legal documents.” John then reached into his jacket and produced a small stack of white paper. John placed the paper on the table next to the bed and turned to leave. Gerry tried to respond but could only gurgle and cough. John had just opened the door when Mary began to shout again, “Does it make you feel good to do what you do? He has lung cancer… He’s dying!” John thought for a moment and said, “We’re all dying.” John slipped through the door and shut it behind himself. John walked through the hall and down the stairs. He pushed his way through the building’s revolving door. He stepped into the warm sunshine, lit a cigarette, and casually walked away.