Thirty-Seven
Calls
He was in the middle of giving a physical when the door flew open and Jack ran into the room.
“Jesus Christ, Pete! Don’t you answer your pager?” she loudly demanded. “Robin’s trying to call you!”
Pete nearly tripped over his rolling stool as he rushed out of the examination room and over to his office where Bernice, his assistant, was already trying to head off the others who had heard the news.
Once inside, he snatched up his cell phone.
“Rob?”
“Hi, Dad.” The voice sounded fuzzy, and there was static crackling in the background, but it was his son. Relief made his body go weak and the physician dropped into his chair.
“Rob, thank God! Are you all right? Is everything okay?”
“We’re fine, Pete. Listen. I need to make a couple more calls after this, but I need yo
