I think we should get the dog
Andy felt right at home in the hospital, with its long, polished corridors and the color-coded arrows that represented the latest in wayfinding tactics. He said hello to former colleagues as he met them, and dutifully received condolences from those who hadn’t seen him since Lucy died. He stayed with Ben as the staff settled him in the coronary care unit. As he sat there waiting, Andy tried to suppress the flood of memories about Lucy. It was strange that he hadn’t thought about her as much lately. Maybe it was because he was busy or perhaps it was true what people said about the shelf life of grief.
Andy perked up when he saw a call coming from Natalie. He went out into the hall.
“He’s stable,” he said into the phone. “Any luck finding Emily?”
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