Chapter 10
SHE THREW HER STUFF ON the sofa and rushed to the bathroom. Two hours in traffic was a long time, especially when you’re in such a rush to leave work in the first place that you skip going to the rest room, and now going is all you can think about every time traffic gets dead stopped. As a child Kinley remembers she hated traffic. Her father would laugh every time she asked “Are we there yet?” which she asked often. One day when she started her first nursing job, she passed the cause of a traffic jam and saw a small child being held by a police officer. She was crying in his arms. Kinley thought the officer might have been crying also. It was a reminder that she didn’t want. As she passed, she also saw the coroner’s truck, then an ambulance loading someone slowly. Then the mang
