Chapter 101

“Well, thank God for that. I had acid indigestion thinking of the crapload of stuff I had to replace—driver’s license, gun permit, social security card, access cards, credit cards, insurance cards...”

“Well, you’re welcome.”

“And thank God you’re here, too.” He put his wallet and phone into the drawer of his bedside locker. “My mother is driving me crazy.”

“Oh?” I looked around the room. Other than the patient who was sleeping in the other bed, the room was empty.

“I told her I was tired. She thinks I’m taking a nap, so she’s gone down to the cafeteria with Kim. I wish you hadn’t had to tell her. Or better still, that she was out in San Fran and unable to get a flight.”

So did I, although I wasn’t about to tell my friend that. I pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. “I’m not her favorite person.”