Pat walked down Angas Street to Victoria Square, where he boarded a tram heading in the direction of the Royal Adelaide Hospital. The tram was crowded with office workers taking advantage of the free ride to the railway station on North Terrace, as they headed home at the end of their day in the city. Probably would have been quicker to walk, thought Pat, as the tram driver waited for the lights to change before turning onto North Terrace.
The tram made better progress after its stop outside the railway station and Pat was soon walking up the path into the hospital. His mother had been moved out of intensive care to a general ward on the eighth floor, while she waited for a bed to become available at the Hampstead Rehabilitation Centre.
‘How are you, Mum?’
Mrs Travers looked at him, a b
