Instant Attraction, Part 8
Double-Take
By Miesque
miesque@looksmart.com
Disclaimer: the characters of Luka Kovac & Kerry Weaver do not belong to me. I
promise to return them to NBC, Warner Bros. & Amblin quite unharmed.
Follow-up to Abby Road (In a way. Abby gets a brief mention but no
lines...)
Previous installments: Instant Attraction; Room For Rent; Fired; Blackout; On The Line;
Point of Refuge; Heart to Heart
Thanks again to Canada for editing and nit-picking *G*
Luka sat in the lounge, reading over an article on Munchausens Syndrome. He had
never seen a case of the condition before, particularly a case of Munchausens by
proxy, and it fascinated him. He wasnt sure of what to make of it, really. He was
glad that the little boy had been rescued from such a difficult situation, but he hated
taking any child from its parent. A bad parent is usually better than no parent at
all. But that woman had been poisoning her own child, and it was simply incomprehensible
to him.
Lying beside the article was a small card bearing the telephone number of a Dr. Benjamin
Reed, a clinical psychologist who specialized in victims of PTSD and violent crime.
Several times during the day, Luka had tried to gather up enough nerve to dial that
number, but various circumstances had kept him from it so far. Kerry had given him the
card that morning, after he had cautiously approached her about it.
Luka was no good at beating around the bush, so he had asked her directly. In a matter of
moments, he found himself in her office, standing in front of her desk, feeling
uncomfortable. He watched as she dug through a large rolodex of cards until she found the
right one.
I think Dr. Reed could really help you. He has the most experience in this area, and
hes written many articles on PTSD, Kerry had said. It was strange how excited
she seemed. Youll like him.
You know him? Luka had asked, feeling suspicious. You talked to
him?
No! No, of course not. I wouldnt do that, Luka, she said softly,
her voice even, staring up at him for a moment before continuing. I went to college
with him...
Oh... Luka shifted uneasily on his feet.
I mean, Ben could really help you, Luka, if youd let him. Hes a very
good psychologist but hes also a good man.
A good man, Luka thought. Well, hed have to see about that for himself. He still
hadnt called, but it was four oclock now, and his shift was almost over. As he
scanned the article again, Randi came in to the lounge, and smiled at Luka.
Hey, Dr. Kovac. Hows it goin?
Im still alive, if thats what you mean, Luka answered. He and
Randi often joked with each other, finding-to their surprise- that they possessed similar
senses of humor.
Good. I heard about that woman that was poisoning her kid. Musta been
terrible... She shook her head and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
I guess the caseworkers are handling it now, huh?
Yeah.
Must be quite a shock for you, in some ways. I mean...Croatias a pretty small
country. Catholic, right?
Right.
So that kind of thing...you probably didnt see it very often, huh?
Munchausens, I mean.
He nodded, looking up at her for a moment, waiting to see where she was going with this.
He hadnt seen any cases of Munchausens in Croatia, and had only read about it
upon coming to America. It wasnt like it was something you immediately recognize.
Randi sat down opposite Luka, and didnt notice him quietly snatch up the card and
put it back in his breast pocket. I mean, this all must be a shock to you. Coming
here and seeing shootings going on in the halls, then parents poisoning their own
kids...
Luka shrugged. Shootings in hospitals...he had found himself quite prepared for a
situation like that. It had shaken him, but his first thought had been to protect Loren
Johnson and Lucy Knight. He knew what fear was; a terrified kid with a pistol wasnt
much to worry about, as far as Luka was concerned. That was but a small and passing evil.
Culture shock isnt the right phrase for it, Luka said at last.
Though it was a little strange at first, he smiled wryly. For a while
there, people were calling me Vlad the Impaler and thought I was from
Transylvania.
Randi eyed him warily then. Had he heard about that conversation about him when hed
first started working at County? She supposed that even if he had, he wouldnt have
said anything about it. How stupid, Randi thought. We all sounded like a band of idiot
xenophobes.
Musta been frustrating, Randi said. I mean, us Americans think of
foreigners as the sorta people who should be mopping floors, not saving lives.
We dont like the idea of reporting to someone from another country. It kinda stinks
if ya ask me...
Kerry came in just then, and Randi got up, grinning at Luka. See ya, Dr.
Kovac.
He nodded and watched her leave, then turned his attention to Kerry, who seemed to be
trying to find the right words to say. Finally, she cautiously sat down opposite him and
began. Did you call Dr. Reed yet?
No. Not yet.
It has been busy today, she nodded. So what do you think of our new med
student? Abby Lockhart?
She seems to know what shes doing. She was an OB nurse, I hear. And she
helped us with Mrs. Grant.
Yes. Im glad she did. Kerry popped open a can of Dr. Pepper and leaned
back in her chair a little. And how is your mentoring of Lucy going?
I like her enthusiasm, he answered, smiling. She seems almost too young
to be graduating this June.
Im glad youve been working with her, Luka. She was just telling me
yesterday that she enjoys working with you. She paused for a moment. She
really looks up to you.
He smiled that modest smile of his. Shes a good kid. In fact, I think
shed be a really good psychologist.
Really? Did you tell her that?
Yeah, but she wants to work in emergency medicine. She was really down about that
heart transplant patient of hers, but...everyone needs encouragement once in a
while.
Thats true. Youre still just...thinking about it, huh? she asked.
Seeing the therapist, I mean.
He shrugged. Its just a...a big step, thats all. Im not sure I can
do it. To hear himself saying that-admitting that he was a little scared of jumping
out into unknown waters-startled him a little and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Promise me youll try, Luka, she said, looking right into his eyes.
He wondered, for a moment, why she should be so concerned. She was his boss, of course,
but he had yet to sense that she thought he was just a minion in her little ER kingdom.
That was how she treated everyone else, including Mark and Carter, to a certain degree. It
seemed strange that Kerry would act differently around him. His intuition told him that
she respected him, and that was something he hadnt experienced a lot lately.
All right, he said. I promise.
She smiled, obviously pleased. Good. Im your supervisor and I have to be
concerned for my employees, she said evenly.
Just then, Malik burst into the room. Dr. Kovac, weve got an MVA and a GSW
comin in. Road rage.
Luka got to his feet, groaning wearily, and walked out. Another delay, at least, to making
that phone call.
Kerry was chopping up cucumbers in her kitchen, listening to Edith Piaf singing something
in French, when her phone rang.
Hello?
Hello?
Who is this? she asked
I must have the wrong number, said a thickly accented male voice.
Who are you calling?
Im looking for a Dr. Luka Kovac.
Well, this is his place of residence...sort of. Can I help you?
Luka lives with you?
Kerry couldnt figure out what to say in response to that question. Who is
this? she repeated.
Im his brother, Davor.
Yes. Luka mentioned that he had a brother...
Yes. But he does try to keep it quiet, doesnt he?
A charmer, Kerry thought. Probably tall, like Luka. Sexy voice, she had to admit.
Well, Im sorry, but Luka isnt here right now. Can I take a
message?
Oh, no, dont bother. Im at the airport, actually.
What airport?
OHare.
Uh-oh, Kerry thought. Does Luka know youre in town?
No. Its a surprise. Tell me... how is he doing?
Fairly well, she answered cautiously, still uncertain.
As well as can be expected, you mean? Heh...Luka isnt a great talker,
thats for sure. Thats why Im the lawyer and hes the doctor. His
clients are usually unconscious. Mine are usually wide awake, and wont shut
up.
Kerry smiled, but she felt uneasy. Davor seemed awfully free with information about his
brother. Well, Mr. Kovac, can I assume you have some means of transportation, or
should I page Dr. Kovac to come get you?
No, no, dont do that. Ill get a cab. Im staying at a hotel, in
fact. Ill come by the hospital tomorrow...when is he on?
Kerry wasnt sure if she should tell him. After all, this guy could be some kind of
crank...it was possible... Tell me, Mr. Kovac. Luka was involved in
an incident in college involving a Mercedes-Benz...
Oh, yes. He put it on Professor DuLanges roof with a cherry picker. Beautiful
job, too. Not a single scratch. Precision is Lukas forte.
Where did he get a cherry picker? Kerry asked, incredulous but convinced that
this man really was Lukas brother.
Eh...its a long story. I understand you being suspicious. Everyone seems to be
protective of my baby brother.
Baby brother?
Yeah, two years younger.
Oh.
Uh...Luka...lives with you?
He rents a room in my basement, she explained, suddenly feeling uneasy.
Oh. Davor stepped back from the phone and looked up and down the terminal for
a moment. In her basement? That really threw him. Luka living in a basement again?
No...certainly not. Im sorry. I didnt ask your name. What is your
name?
Dr. Kerry Weaver. Im chief of the ER where Luka works. Im his
boss. That didnt sound right to Kerry, for some reason. She had never really
thought of herself, on a conscious level, as Lukas boss.
Well...yes...of course. Uh... He searched his mind for the right English word
for what hed just heard, but it didn't come to him. You spend a lot of with my
brother?
I see him at work, of course, and we have been known to sit and talk... Kerry
admitted, but she felt defensive.
Just then, Luka came into the kitchen, tossing his keys on the table, nodding hello to
her. He studied her for a moment, but
seemed uninterested in her conversation and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
Davor fidgeted with the telephone cord, then exhaled. Well, I hope to meet you, Dr.
Weaver.
Yes. Eight oclock, Kerry said quickly. At eight
oclock.
For a moment, he was confused, but then he caught what she was saying. Oh. Yes.
Hell be there at eight tomorrow morning?
Yes.
She was startled when Davor hung up abruptly, and she leaned against the wall for a
moment, her mind racing. She really ought to tell Luka that his brother was in town, but
Davor had said it was a surprise... however, it was also obvious that Luka hated
being surprised. Wasnt that why she had referred him to a psychologist?
Kerry, was there any mail for me? Luka asked, making her jump.
Yes. Bills... She handed him the stack of envelopes, which he received
without enthusiasm, and watched as he drank his orange juice and opened each letter.
Hmmm...seems Im getting a VISA Mastercard, Luka said, glancing up at
her. Its nice to know that upon coming to America you are immediately given a
chance to go straight into debt.
Kerry smiled.
Have you eaten today, Luka? she asked. It seemed like she was always asking
him that. And nine times out of ten, he said no. So, Kerry always had
something made for him. If she wasnt at home, shed leave him a note that there
was something in the refrigerator for him to warm up. He seemed to appreciate her kindness
toward him, because he would finish everything she served him. Either that, or he was able
to get rid of it somehow without her knowing.
What did you make? he asked.
Just a salad for now. But...uh... She stopped suddenly, seeing his
vaguely disappointed expression. Are you trying to get me to cook for you?!
Well, I am an old-fashioned Croatian. Women should be kept barefoot and pregnant, in
the kitchen... he joked.
She playfully whacked him on the wrist with the wooden salad spoon, and he pretended to be
wounded. Suddenly, he winced and sat down, quickly removing his watch. At first, he
didnt really think she could see the scars - she was standing several feet away -
but Kerry did see them and her smile at his feigned injury faded away when she saw the
marks.
What are those marks, Luka? she asked softly.
He froze for a moment, then quickly put the watch back on. Im not hungry,
Kerry. Im sorry. I think Ill turn in for the night.
No...Luka... She quickly crutched toward the basement door, blocking his path.
Where did the scars come from?
Luka looked away, clearly upset. Im tired, Kerry...please.
No! Where did the scars come from?
The internment camp! The...they burned my wrist with cigarettes. And my
back, my arms, my shoulders, he thought. If you think my wrists hurt... Just
let me go, all right?
Do the scars hurt?
Sometimes. Like now.
Let me see them, she said. Grudgingly, he removed the watch again. Kerry
examined the marks carefully, and suddenly she felt sick to her stomach. What had they
done to him? she asked herself. They couldnt just stop at scarring his soul, they
had
to...
Im really tired, Kerry...Im not hungry. Can I please just go?
She couldnt say anything, but she shook her head and nodded toward the bowl of
salad.
No salad...please, he said. I cant eat salad. Damn, but that
song...that terrible song...was playing in his head again. No salad.
Why not? she asked.
Im very tired, he said, rubbing his eyes. I...good night,
Kerry.
She flushed and backed away from him, and Luka took that opportunity to flee. She was left
leaning on her crutch, dazed.
Kerry wanted to warn Luka about Davor all morning, but when he signed in he made a point
of ignoring her and everyone else. He went right to work, grabbing several charts and
rushing toward exam two. Kerry sighed and leaned against the admit desk for a moment, then
headed down the hall to start her day.
Sitting in her office, she looked at Dr. Reeds number a thousand times, arguing with
herself as to whether she should just call him. Of course, she knew she couldnt. It
would be wrong-dead wrong-to call him up and discuss Luka. What could she say, anyway?
I have a friend who I think suffers from PTSD...has several symptoms...scares
easily, nightmares, doesnt sleep well anyway...doesnt eat... How clumsy,
she thought. And how disrespectful. I respect Luka too much to do that to him, she
decided, nodding her head firmly. And it would ruin our friendship if I forced him into
something he wasnt ready for.
She didnt want to lose that friendship. It had become so valuable to her.
He paused outside the ambulance bay doors, checking his reflection for a moment in the
glass, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair back a little. Randi saw him come in,
and at first he barely registered, then she did a startled double-take.
He was wearing a light-grey suit, with a red tie. He was tall, with wide shoulders and a
strong build. His hair was dark, streaked with silver, and he had all-too-familiar
Slavic/Mediterranean looks. He was handsome all right...
Hello, he said in a thick Slavic accent, smiling politely, but still looking
slightly wary. That was familiar, too. Im looking for Dr. Luka Kovac. Is
he here?
Yeah, Randi choked. Are you...a friend of his? She was examining
his suit with interest. Armani. Luka usually wore Versace.
Im his brother. Davor.
Randi closed her eyes for a moment, then shook her head in amazement, staring at him
intently. Okay...Ill...Ill find him for you.. She picked up the
phone.
Kerry was crutching down the hall, about to yell for Carter to tend to a bee sting in exam
three, when she caught sight of him. At first, it failed to register with her either, but
as she turned into the exam room, she stopped dead in her tracks, and began crutching
toward him as fast as she could.
Mr. Kovac? she said quickly.
It seemed like every eye in the ER was on Davor. Randi was picking up all the similarities
between him and Luka. Davor was a little heavier, but it wasnt fat. It was
muscle. And he looked well-fed and healthy. The eyes were the real telling difference.
They lacked Lukas sadness-and beauty-as well as being a much more obvious green.
Lukas were smoky-green, and could become darker when he was angry. There was light
and humor in Davor, along with wariness. He straightened and faced Kerry as she came
toward him.
Yes. We spoke yesterday? he asked. His accent was much thicker than
Lukas. But he, too, possessed Lukas manners and dignity. Only, he wasnt
as beautiful as the younger Kovac. Big, powerful, not ungraceful, only a little oafish by
comparison. A grizzled lion to Lukas hungry panther. But...he was very handsome, not
doubt about it. Still, Kerry noticed a very slight crookedness to his nose. It added
to his charm. He had the same strong chin, high cheekbones, and olive skin. But the real
beauty wasnt there. Maybe tragedy really can make someone beautiful, if they
dont allow it to make them ugly and hateful.
Yes. We did. Uh...could I...
Just then, Luka came around the opposite corner, and froze. Davor seemed to almost sense
his brothers presence, because he turned to face him.
Luka! I got my parole!
Very funny, Luka answered, but Kerry could have sworn she saw a flicker of
light in Lukas eyes. Talk about self-control, she thought.
Aw, come on, Luka, give your big brother a hug!
Luka edged toward his brother, and Kerry took a deep breath. The two men embraced, and
Luka lingered in his older brothers hug, making Kerry wonder, yet again, if Luka
craved human contact.
Finally, Luka pulled away. I have lots of patients to see, Davor, he
said.
Davor grinned. Of course. Well talk later. In fact... He turned to look
at Kerry. Im rather interested in talking with Dr. Weaver here. But I look
forward to talking to you.
Kerry felt an urge to whack Davor with her crutch if he said anything about their
conversation last evening. But Davor only smiled at her. He had Lukas smile,
but-again-it lacked something. It lacked Lukas sweetness. Not that there was
something leering in Davors looks or behavior.
Good, Luka said, passing his brother quickly. He gave Kerry a querying look,
though. How did Davor know her? he wondered. But one of the nurses began shouting about a
code blue and Luka had to run.
Davor sat opposite Kerry in her office, looking entirely comfortable. He looked around the
tiny room with interest, which only unnerved Kerry more. Luka hadnt looked much.
So youre the ER chief? he asked, smiling.
Yes. I am.
Guess that took a lot of work, he said. Lots of ambition.
Yes.
He looked around, noting that there were no family photos on the desk. No crayon drawings
taped to the filing cabinets. In fact, her office was rather stark, except for a
photograph of what appeared to be a scene somewhere in Africa.
Youve been to Africa? he asked.
Yes.
Is that all you say? Yes?
No.
Davor laughed out loud. Kerry found herself comparing him, yet again, to Luka. The laugh
wasnt the same either. It was more out-loud and throaty to Lukas soft chuckle.
I guess Im kind of a shock to you, Dr. Weaver. Im not like my brother at
all.
No, youre not. Not really.
Well, I cant say that Ive ever tried. He paused a moment, tracing
the line of the crease in his tailored pants, clearly a little uneasy about discussing the
matter. I dont really understand Luka very well. Even when we were kids, he
was...how do you say in America?... stand-offish? We see everything
differently. Hes very...uh...emotional. Im the king of cold, hard facts.
Kerry nodded. Luka can be rather emotional sometimes, I agree, but his actions are
usually fairly logical in the end.
To him they are, Davor said. How well do you...uh...know him?
Excuse me, Mr. Kovac? she asked icily, narrowing her eyes.
No, he laughed. Let me apologize. Luka is still so much of a mess that I
dont think hes even capable of...you know. But, in my opinion, he needs to get
on with his life.
Get on with his life? How do you propose he do that, Mr. Kovac...?
Davor, he said, giving her that charming smile again.
Davor. How do you think he can do that? He was traumatized...
Yes, I know he was. But hes got to move on. Tatjana and the children are dead,
and he cant bring them back by being alone and miserable, can he?
Kerry had never heard anything so cruel in her life. She didnt know what to say, so
she just stared at Davor.
He continued. I love my brother. I always will. But he cant go on like this
and be... healthy. He needs to get over it.
Then why arent you telling him all this encouraging information? Kerry
asked with a cold smile.
Because the last time I tried, he did this to my nose. He touched the slightly
crooked bridge of his nose with his index finger. See? No man wants to be punched by
Luka. Maybe he doesnt look like it, but he can be pretty dangerous when pushed.
Hes like a piece of dynamite. One little spark and boom!
Yes. I know Luka does have a bit of a temper.
And more than his share of scars, Davor said. Like the scars he has on
his body... He shook his head, closing his eyes. He had seen them. The doctors had
been relieved to see that the soldiers hadnt done even more.
Kerry swallowed. He was...he was tortured?
You cant expect kindness from monsters. Davor fumbled in his pocket for
a moment and extracted a pack of cigarettes. Hes not eating well, is he? Or
sleeping?
No... she whispered. Not enough, from what I can tell.
Davor sighed and leaned back in the chair. I dont guess Im allowed to
smoke, eh?
No, not in here.
Luka allows his emotions to run his life... far too much. It gets him in trouble all
the time.
We all have emotions, Davor. Without them I think wed be pretty boring,
wouldnt we?
Davors eyes flickered slightly, like light shining through green ice. It
isnt healthy for him. He wears his heart on his sleeve.
Is that entirely bad? Kerry challenged.
Yes! For him, it is. Davor smiled to soften his words. He needs to
toughen up a little. Get past all this...misery. Hes punishing himself because of
what happened. Only he doesnt seem to realize that it wasnt his fault.
Well, we can agree on that, Kerry said.
No, it wasnt. See how illogical it is for Luka to think it is his
fault?
Kerry swallowed. Logical or illogical, Davor, its still there. As a lawyer you
would certainly have to know about the guilt reflex. He cant help it. Its
because hes so emotional...
Davor glared at Kerry for a moment, and she thought again of how different he and his
brother were. A lion and a leopard. Lions are bold. Leopards are cautious. But both are
dangerous and powerful creatures, capable of inflicting great harm.
Then he needs to stop being so emotional. Its not good for him. He
doesnt have any kind of...of...defense mechanism. My brother has always been a lone
wolf, but the wolf walks with a limp, you know? Davor said, his voice flattening out
into something Kerry figured he used in closing arguments. That made Kerry smile.
Its funny...when we were teenagers, all the girls were after Luka. They just melted
when he looked at them. But he never noticed them. Davor flinched slightly, then
continued. I remember one of the girls... Tatjanas older sister, in fact...who
said that Luka just doesnt know. Women see him and go crazy. Davor
could see she was a little uncomfortable now, and shook his head, sighing.
Kerry didnt know why he was telling her this, but Davor was looking at her with
something like curiousity in his eyes. He cleared his throat and continued. Tatjana
was the only girl who caught Lukas eye. When she died, I was pretty sure itd
take him a while to notice someone again.
Yeah, Kerry thought. Hes noticed Carol Hathaway.
I dont guess Luka goes for any specific type, Davor continued. He
never had a preference for blondes, redheads, or brunettes. Tatjana just happened
to be very dark...
Kerry shrugged and picked up a pen, drawing a circle on a pad of paper.
He never liked blondes very much. And there arent many redheads in
Croatia... Davor frowned, finding it frustrating that Kerry wasnt looking up
at him. He wanted to try to read her expression, but so far, she wasnt giving him
any clear signals. This was an interesting woman. Rather pretty, in a pinched kind of way.
Delicate bones, nice figure, interesting eyes. Not beautiful in the stricter sense of the
word, but interesting.
Suddenly, Mark opened the door and poked his head in. Kerry dropped the pen on her desk.
Yes?
Weve got a five-car pileup, lots of patients coming in.
Ill be there.
Mark left, and Davor stopped Kerry before she made it out the door. How about we
have dinner tonight? Luka wont be off until...?
Ten tonight, she said, keeping her eyes down.
Good. Then we can have dinner, talk a bit more... about other things.
Youve only been in Chicago for, what, twenty-four hours, and youre
already asking an almost perfect stranger on a date? Kerry had to admit-he had
nerve.
Youre no stranger. Luka has mentioned you a few times when weve talked.
He called me for the first time at Christmas.
Kerry got up, straightening her blouse carefully, and he quickly rose to his feet as well.
Somehow, Davor wasnt as impressive as Luka-there was something rough-hewn about him,
though he did seem like a likeable fellow. Still, she thought it would be
interesting to get to know this man a little better. Maybe he could give her some insight
into how to handle Luka.
All right, she said. Dinner it is.
I saw a restaurant across the street...
Not Doc Magoos. Someplace that serves food with some flavor.
Sure, Davor smiled. Ill pick you up here...when do you get
off?
Five oclock.
Okay. He gave her a little bow that had a shade of Luka in it. She had seen
him do that on occassion. A sign of respect that seemed so sincere and honest in Luka, yet
so... well, more of an affectation than anything else when Davor did it. She smiled at
him, though, and quickly left.
Davor was more than a little disappointed in his date with Kerry Weaver.
Through the entire meal, she had found sly ways of turning the conversation back to his
little brother, but he was experienced enough with women to see right through her
business-like ways when she talked about Luka. It had begun to annoy him, and when he
brought her home, he wasnt sure of what to say to her. It was obvious, to Davor,
that Kerry was interested in Luka not as a colleague but as a man. Why not? Davor thought
as he walked her to her front door. She was a pretty, intelligent woman, and Luka
certainly had a lot to offer to the opposite sex. As far as Davor was concerned, Luka
needed to move on with his life, and if he could find happiness with someone like Kerry,
he was all for it.
She was fumbling for her keys, and Davor leaned lazily against her door.
I take if youll be around tomorrow to see Luka? she asked. He gets
off at four in the afternoon.
Yes.
Well, then, Ill probably see you again tomorrow. Good night, Davor. With
that, she unlocked her door and went inside.
Davor stood there a moment, shaking his head, laughing to himself. Just the same as
always, he told himself as he walked back to his rental car. Women just go to pieces over
Luka.
Luka wasnt exactly thrilled to be sitting with Davor on a bench by the lake, looking
out at the water. This was his place, and he felt uncomfortable bringing anyone
out here. But Davor had insisted on going for a walk, despite the icy blasts coming off
the water.
So are you enjoying your new life here in Chicago? Davor asked, blowing on his
hands.
Im getting used to it, Luka answered.
Davor ran a hand through his greying hair and looked at his brother. Luka stood up and
began pacing. Like a wolf in a cage, just like always, Davor thought. Hes still a
wreck.
Yeah, I guess you have plenty to get used to. Strange thing is, youre allowing
yourself to be alone when it isnt even necessary. You live in that womans
basement when you could upstairs...
Upstairs? Luka looked at his brother, pausing in his tracks.
Yeah. You know...you could be...I mean, you could...never mind. Luka would
only get angry, he figured. Kerry told me about Carol Hathaway. That shes
become a good friend to you.
Luka shrugged. Davor watched him, then continued. Is she a blonde or a
brunette?
Who?
Carol Hathaway!
Oh. Brunette.
Luka, dont you know how unhealthy that is for you?! What are you doing, trying
to drive yourself nuts?
That was the wrong thing for Davor to have said. Luka glared at his brother, then he
turned and stalked away. But Davor was made of sterner stuff than that. He got up and
followed his brother.
So its just like always, eh, brother? You have to face the facts, Luka.
Theyre dead. Its time to move on, to get over it. It wasnt your
fault!
Davor kept a distance from Luka just the same-out of striking distance. It never really
occured to Davor that he was bigger and heavier than Luka. He knew his younger brother
wasnt in good shape, but that hardly mattered.
Go back to Split, Davor, Luka snapped. I dont need you lecturing
me again. What, are you going to put me in a mental hospital again? Have them serve me
tapioca pudding and tell me everything is okay?
I would do whatever was necessary. Damn it, Luka, this cant go on. You
cant keep torturing yourself.
Luka stood for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists. He was staring out at the
water, almost oblivious to the cold. Remember when we were kids, Davor? When
wed sail out for hours, sometimes for days at a time. Remember that time we got into
that storm?
Davor nodded. He had been terrified, but too proud to show it. Luka had been cool-headed
through it all, never flinching against the lightning and the rough waters. He had simply
kept working, challenging the seas to consume him, fighting every inch of the way until
the storm passed. If he had been afraid, there had been no evidence for Davor to see. But
that was Luka. So stubborn, so determined to survive. Davor had to admit that he probably
wouldnt have been able to survive Vukovar. That he would still be in that
mental hospital in Pescara...
You were scared, werent you,? Luka asked, looking at him.
I was, Davor admitted.
Im just tired now, Luka said quietly. Im so tired its
a wonder I can get out of bed in the morning. Its a wonder I can stand up to shave
and take a shower.
Then for Gods sake, Luka, get some help, Davor said, desperation in his
voice. He felt so awkward, so clumsy, around Luka. And as sensible and logical as he was,
Davor still loved his brother, and earnestly wanted to help him and see him happy again.
Youre going to die if you dont do something. Please, Luka...just do it,
okay?
Luka looked away again, staring out into the water. I promised Kerry I would.
Then do it. Do it for Tatjana. Do it for Croatia or God or the American way or
whatever. Just do it.
Ill try, Davor, Luka said wearily. Ill try.
Good. He exhaled slowly. Now...how bout we go see a movie,
eh?
Its expensive, Luka said. Six bucks to get in, three and a half
for popcorn, another three for a Coke...
Are you kidding?!
No. Im quite serious.
As usual, Davor thought. For a lousy movie? Twelve dollars for a movie?
Yeah.
Davor burst into laughter, clapping his brother on the back. Maybe we can find one
of those cheap places.
You mean a porn theater? Im not interested.
That only made Davor laugh harder. He hugged his brother again, and for a moment, Luka
rested his head on Davors shoulder, closing his eyes. It had been too long since
hed been around his over-protective brother. It was good to have him around now.
The two brothers walked along the waters edge, talking and even laughing together,
slipping easily back into Croatian, letting the pain of their past disagreements slip away
into the cold, early February afternoon.
To be continued...