“A few hours.”
“How far apart?”
“Seven minutes.”
“Uh…” I tried to think what else I should ask. “Did your water break?”
“No.”
I swallowed and eased her down onto the lift. On the second floor, the ladies gathered on the landing.
“Good luck, Samantha. Good luck, Poppa!”
“Yeah, thanks. Bye.” I gave them an absent smile. “Be good, Miss Su. Bye, ladies. How are you doing, Samantha?”
“Don’t ask.”
Shit! I got her onto the last lift.