Hospital Bound
Ambrose said he’d get them to his mother’s hospital as fast as he could. And what other options did they have? Philip had no idea where they were or how to find their rental in this mess, and he was also consumed with guilt about how he’d f****d up royally when he’d suggested they go to the movies. As long as she made tomorrow’s treatment, everything would work out fine. Magical thinking? Maybe. Whatever worked.
“You know who Rodney King is?” Ambrose asked him.
“Of course he does,” Mother said.
“I can speak for myself, Mother.”
“Well?” Ambrose waited.
“Sure I do,” Philip said.
“Do not.”
“Do, too.”
“Boys.” Mother tried her hand at mediation. “Enough. Phil knows all about it.”
“Bet I’m the first black person you ever saw up close?” Ambrose said.
“You’d lose that bet
