The Whole Truth
Smoke poured from the exhaust while hot wind blew though the two blown out windows as Philip and his mother drove to the Norris Cancer Center. They had to scream at each other to make themselves heard.
Owing to Philip’s continued good luck and also due to his “pretty good description” of the rental car, Marta had called a friend on the force that alerted the ambulance and emergency crews, and lo and behold, they’d located the vehicle and had it delivered that morning to the hospital.
“We’re not going to make it,” she said. “It’s already way past my check in time.”
“What do you want me to do, Mother, pull over?”
“Yes, get off the freeway and to a phone. They need to know we’re on our way—”
“Or someone else will get your bed and IVs, right?”
“No, it’s just common court
