“Hi. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
“Not at all, but you would have done just that if you’d waited much longer. What’s up?”
“Are you doing anything Wednesday morning?”
“Not as far as I know, without going to my office and checking my calendar, why?”
“Because I have to drive my grandparents to St. Vincent’s Hospital first thing Wednesday morning. My grandfather has to have some tests done—the doctors say that because of the aftereffects of the sedation, he won’t be able to drive home, and Grandma doesn’t like to drive in the city.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Jethro. What can I do to help?”
“You could help me kill a couple of hours.”
“Want me to come pick you up at the hospital?”
“No need for that. If you’re gonna be home, I can come there—the hospital isn’t that far from your house.”
