Chapter 13
“Visitors!” Tom exclaimed from his hospital bed, his large bulk propped up by several pillows.
“Hello,” I said, approaching the bed and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Tom’s colour had improved since the last time I’d seen him. Also, he was free of the tubes and the oxygen mask had been removed.
“You look a lot perkier,” Sam said. We’d had to bring him along, of course. As Billy was planning to spend the weekend with Sam, we’d brought Billy, too.
Cliff had phoned me the day before and asked, if we hadn’t anything else on, to pay Tom a visit. Virtually being confined to bed was making Tom bored and irritable. Cliff hoped some fresh faces would brighten his mood. It seemed to be doing the trick.
“What’s the food like?” Billy asked timidly. I could see he was in awe of Tom’
