I found out the next morning, when Mark came calling at my float house before breakfast, that Samir was in a hospital in Vancouver getting his leg operated on. Pepsi had gone with him on the morning ferry after they got the call from the Civic Hospital. He"d seen the specialists in the clinic weeks before and they all agreed it could be done. I knew he was excited about the surgery to straighten his legs. They"d do the left one, the worst leg, first and then the right one was scheduled for surgery in six months when the left leg should have healed and be mobile with physiotherapy. That was the plan and I knew the plan. Just didn"t expect him to be off the island right now with what seemed like a perfect excuse.
I didn"t miss Vancouver. I knew I had to go see Samir though, and Mark and I,
