Suddenly Wills was there beside us. “I’ve got the Dodge warmed up and waiting right outside the door. Let me take the bags.”
Finally we were on the first floor, out and down the steps.
“I…I think I’ll lie down on the backseat, if you don’t mind?” Samantha said through gritted teeth.
We helped her into the car. Wills got behind the wheel, I buckled up in the passenger seat, and then we were on the road.
How could he be so calm? He drove his Dodge with his usual competent care and with just the right amount of speed that he caught every green light.
We arrived at the hospital, and Wills left me with Samantha in admitting while he parked the car.
“Where’s Mr. Matheson?”
“He’s—”
“Here I am.”
“Good. We’re going to examine her. You can get dressed.” They hustled Samantha away and escorted Wills to a room where he could change, but they stopped me.
“But….” They weren’t going to let me in the delivery room with Wills and Samantha? I stood there in the corridor at a loss.