Could “nub” be Victoria’s Papasan chair?
No, probably not. But even so, it seems like she was very attached to that chair. What if I located Victoria’s chair downstairs and brought it up to her? Obviously, she couldn’t sit in it very long, especially since she seems to have trouble supporting her own head, but considering how much she loved that chair, it might be worth a shot.
I imagine the look of surprise and happiness on her face when she sees her old chair. I have to do this.
First I have to figure out what the hell a Papasan chair is.
I google what a Papasan chair looks like. It sort of looks like a bowl. It doesn’t seem terribly comfortable, honestly, but I’m not going to doubt Victoria’s word. In any case, I don’t recall seeing it downstairs. But then again, I wasn’t looking.
I head downstairs to the living room and find Maggie folding laundry on the sofa. She smiles brightly at me. She’s always eager to take a break from her housework. “How’s it going?”
I scan the living room quickly. They’ve got an enormous sectional sofa, a lounge chair, a giant TV, and multiple bookcases… but no chairs shaped like a dish. “Do you know where Victoria’s Papasan chair is?”
Maggie looks at me blankly. “Her what?” “Papasan chair.”
“What the hell is that?”
I’m relieved I’m not the only person who didn’t know what a Papasan chair is. “It’s a chair that kind of looks like a bowl. You sit in it.” (Obviously. It’s a chair.)
She folds up a pair of khaki slacks that look like they belong to Adam. “I haven’t seen any chairs that look like bowls down here. Sorry.”
“Is there a place where they store furniture?”
She frowns. “Maybe the attic? I’m not sure. You should ask Adam.”
The last thing I want to do is bother Adam when he’s helping Victoria with her hygiene. But it’s been long enough now that I would hope he’s done. He might be searching for me right now. So I carefully climb the
stairs to Victoria’s room, where sure enough, he’s got her back in her wheelchair.
When he sees me standing in the doorway, he flashes a wide grin. “Hey. Perfect timing.”
“I got a question for you.” “Shoot.”
“Do you have a Papasan chair here?” His brows scrunch together. “A what?”
I’m feeling less than optimistic that we’re ever going to find this chair. “It’s a chair that’s sort of shaped like a bowl.”
He blinks a few times. “Do you need an extra chair for your bedroom?”
“No, I…” This is hopeless. He has no idea what I’m talking about.
Obviously, at some point, Victoria got rid of the chair. “Never mind.”
Adam pulls off the latex gloves he was wearing. “Because if you need any furniture, I’d be happy to get it for you. Just let me know.”
This man is exactly how Victoria described him. He’s so generous. Anything she asked for, he would get her. And then some. He’s so good- natured. He didn’t deserve this to happen to him. And neither did she
Life is so unfair.
