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Cold Terror. Susan Anne Mason. Hide and Seek. Alana Terry. Deep Waters. Christmas Under Fire. Michelle Karl. Mission to Protect. Terri Reed. If I'm Found. Terri Blackstock. I help her up. She's very weak as she takes one step, then falls purposefully onto the car seat. I wait for her to pull her feet in, but she just stays there with them hanging outside the car. Sighing, I bend down, pick up her feet, and put them into the car. I close her door and load the wheelchair into the trunk.
When I get behind the wheel, I start the meter, wishing I could add the fifteen minutes it took me to get her into the blasted car. So where am I supposed to take her? I call LuAnn back on the radio. Did she tell you where she wanted to go? Mary's Hospital.
Her appointment is at two. She'll probably fall over when I start moving. Sighing, I get out and go around the car, hook her seat belt. I pull away from the curb. At the first intersection, I glance in the rearview. She does fall forward, but the belt holds her body up.
Is she sick? She looks as frail as a toothpick, and she has to be in her nineties. What kind of family would leave her to get to the doctor on her own? Isn't there someone who could have done this for her? It only takes a few minutes to get to the hospital. I go to the clinic wing and pull up to the entrance. She's still sleeping, so I go around to her door. I bend over and unclick her seat belt. We're here. She has ten dollars in her hand when I come back.
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I shove it into my pocket, then help her into the chair. She looks toward the building. Zero sign of comprehension. She could be going into a movie theater for all she knows. My luck, some patient doped up on painkillers will hijack it and try to fly with it. Hopefully I can get back before someone lobs a brick through the window. When she doesn't find whatever she's looking for, I push her toward the check-in desk.
I have to wait in line as patients before me sign in with the slowest scrawls I can imagine. Callie gradually comes alive as she looks around at all the people in line. She taps the young woman standing in front of her. Do they say that to you?
My daughter's wasn't red, though. Hers was naturally blonde, thankfully. I tried not to take it personal. Callie's expression goes blank for a moment, and I'm pretty sure she's lost her train of thought. She looks around, then her gaze settles on the girl again. She stares at her for a moment, as if it's the first time she's seen her. In spite of my irritation, I can't help grinning, too. Callie notices her, then looks over at the redhead. In a voice way too loud for the room, she says, "Are my thighs that big?
The nurse turns, fire in her eyes, but when she sees that the person insulting her is older than Methuselah, she just shakes her head. Everyone around us stifles a grin. What was her name? The girl is losing control of her giggles now, and tears are surfacing in her eyes. Finally, the person in front of us is finished, and I move to the front.
The bored receptionist looks up at me. The woman types in the name. Wait over there and they'll call her. I push Callie to the waiting area, lock her wheelchair, and bend toward her. If you need me to come back and get you when you're done, just call this number. The middle-aged woman sitting next to her looks at me like I'm pond scum. She tucks it into her purse, then turns to the woman next to her and says, "I don't know where my manners are. I'm Callie. And you are? My hair is driving me nuts. My bangs are too long and falling into my eyes, but I don't have time to go to the hairdresser.
I should probably just whack it off myself, but that has ended disastrously before, usually when I'm stressed. When I was a teenager studying for my SATs, my dad hid every pair of scissors in the house so I couldn't scalp myself. No, he can't call me back, because I'm going to be in a meeting. Please, can I just speak to him now? It'll take five minutes Okay, one minute. I can talk fast.
I glance through the glass wall into my law firm's conference room. Half of the meeting's attendees are already there, though they're hardly aware of each other since most of them are focused on their phones. I hear voices up the hall, and I see the partners walking in a pack toward me — just as a woman picks up at the other end of my call. The partners are lingering at the door, not three feet from me. I have to get in there now.
Please give it to him. If he calls me I'll try to answer. It's important I talk to him as soon as possible. I click off the phone, plaster a smile on my face, and greet my bosses as I slip into the room. I take my place among the other first-year associates, who suddenly look engaged as the heavyweights enter the room. My friend Joanie has saved me a chair next to her, too close to the Christmas tree decorated by the priciest interior decorator in town.
The heat of the incandescent lights is going to make me sweat. The meeting comes to order, and I try to focus on the senior partner who's presiding — the Southerby in Southerby, Maddox, and Hanes. But my mind keeps wandering to my grandmother who was staring into space last night in front of her hours-old Meals on Wheels lunch, which she hadn't touched. Her decline in the last few days has been so rapid. Maybe it's just some virus that has made her seem worse than she is, or maybe she isn't sleeping well.
I was going to take her to the doctor today myself, but then the partners called this meeting for the exact same time as the appointment. I couldn't risk missing it. See All Customer Reviews. Shop Books. Read an excerpt of this book! Add to Wishlist. USD Sign in to Purchase Instantly. About the Author. What do you mean? I know the shortcuts —" "But you don't take them. He slams the door, and I chuckle as I drive away.
My radio crackles, and my dispatcher comes on. Address is Sensero Drive. I was supposed to book this earlier, but I didn't. I'm going to the door. Try getting an Uber driver to do that. I knock again on the screen door. The woman jolts awake. That would be so nice. I wheel her out the door, carrying her purse.
What's yours, honey? She's already asleep again. You have an appointment at two. This is the place, right? I'm not sure. Heavens, I don't know where my manners are. This is the clinic where your appointment is. Or do you need me to push you in there? And who are you? I roll her through the doors. She looks confused and opens her purse, sifts through for something. Your doctor? The woman must have outlived her daughter. A nurse who hasn't missed many meals comes out a side door and calls to the next patient.
She's having some memory problems. Would you keep an ear out for them to call her? The doctor's in with a patient. Can I help you?