"Let me carry Vicky for you, Mitch."
"Thank you, James." Her forehead wrinkles. "What on Earth"s all that noise?"
It"s a fair question. From somewhere ahead of us, a cacophony of chatter and yells spills into the corridor.
Mitch, pauses, then forges ahead. "It"s coming from Larry"s room."
What can I smell?
Chocolate? Lemon?
A nurse marches toward us, raising an outspread hand. "Not now. We need to limit Mr Waterman"s visitors. He needs his rest."
In tones that would cut metal, Mitch hisses, "I am his wife and this…" She gestures to Vicky, cradled against me… "... Is his daughter."
wife The nurse sniffs. "Well, a wife might want to tell her husband to be a bit more choosy about his choice of friends."
wife ?
Mitch blinks, casts me a look, then shoulders past the nurse, shoving the
