Maggie was pacing in the hospital waiting room when Lori arrived.
“Lori!” Maggie greeted her, holding out her arms in a warm and tender greeting.
“She’s really here?” Lori asked, still not wanting to relax into the belief.
“Yes. She’s in surgery. Here, come sit down and talk. I’ll tell you all I know.”
Maggie guided Lori to a bank of chairs. “Did the car service find you?” Maggie had thought to order a car and driver to meet Lori at the airport. No sense in making this woman scramble for a cab in an unfamiliar city when her mind was elsewhere. Let the government pay for the service.
“Yes, thank you. They were waiting when I got off the plane. How is Cameron?” was the first thing she wanted to know.
“The doctors think she has a good chance,” Maggie replied, “but Lori, I don’t want you
