Chapter 5
Wednesday Morning, April 1st
The ambulance screamed away from the curb. As soon as Barb could get her mother up into the back to be with her father, she raced to retrieve her own car where it was parked cockeyed in the driveway.
The ride to Genesis, only a few miles away, seemed to take an eternity in the traffic that was already heavy so early.
Tomasz Wysocki was a strong man laid low these days by a failing heart. He’d always been fond of fatty food, a staple of life in Polish families, but he’d managed to keep his weight down and he’d avoided most other vices in his life taking only an occasional beer and shot with his brothers at family gatherings and never smoking.
It irritated Barb that such an otherwise healthy man could have so many of the respiratory and blood press
