Epilogue
“We getting a taxi home?” Joey asked as he was being pushed in a wheelchair by one of the male nurses from his ward. Kevin was flanking him on one side, Simon at his other.
“No, Simon and I came in Carole’s car,” Kevin said, moving aside to allow a woman using crutches to pass.
“She’s here?” Joey didn’t want the momentous event of being sprung from the hospital marred by the presence of his sister.
“No, Uncle Joey, she’s off doing some last minute shopping or something with Keith,” Joey heard the note of contempt in Simon’s voice at the mention of Keith’s name. “They’re leaving in a couple of days.”
“But if she’s not here, how…”
Simon giggled.
“I drove,” Kevin said, pausing just inside the main entrance to allow a line of patients on trolleys to be wheeled in.
“You never
