Nineteen
I’M DRIVING TO THE hospital to do my weekly visits when my phone starts playing ‘Eye of the Tiger.’
Helen’s special ring. Probably after we’re married, I’ll change it to ‘Hallelujah.’ It doesn’t seem appropriate until then.
“Hey,” I answer. “How was your meeting?”
“About twice as long as it had to be,” Helen says. “Basically, it consisted of the Mayor telling me that she wanted me to ‘tighten up’ on my officers and increase the department’s commitment to diversity and inclusion.”
“We’ve heard those two words a lot lately,” I point out. “What did you say?”
“Not much I could say. I told her that I was going to form a task force to study the issue and make recommendations to me within 90 days on how to implement a diversity and inclusion program.”
I furrow my brow. “This is th
