“I’m not a baby,” she fussed. “But if you take me to the doctor, you’ll never get Marti to school on time.”
“Don’t worry about it, just get dressed. I’ll ask Alice to drive her.”
“Jar—”
“He’s been catching the bus on his own since he was thirteen. Are you okay; are you sure you don’t need help getting dressed?” She shook her head, but I wasn’t too sure I believed her. “I’ll get the car out and start the heater, and be back before you can miss me.” I was out of the room before she could object, if she was going to object.
“Alice, Jill isn’t feeling well, and I’m going to take her to the doctor. Would you mind driving Marti to school?”
“Not a problem, Jack. It’s about time she went to see the doctor.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“A couple of weeks now, that I’ve been aware.”
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