Chapter 21
“You’re wanted in cubicles four, five, and six,” she said.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Dr. d’Argenzio, there are patients in all three of those cubicles asking for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, and I hurried to the treatment area, where I found that all three cubicles, normally separated by movable curtains, had been opened into one large treatment area. Each of the boys occupied one of the three treatment tables, and Biaggio was hovering nearby, looking more than a little distraught.
“What the hell happened?” I said to nobody in particular.
“I’m sorry, Cousin Marco,” Biaggio said, “the boys were climbing the rock face behind the house, and some of the rocks gave way.”
“Really? They’ve climbed up there regularly for the past couple of years without incident. What happened?”
“The rescue people think that repeated winter freezes must have weakened some of the rocks,” he said.