“Britney, you probably remember the collection our boss started …”
“The collection? Yes, of course I remember. We collected money for your wife, for her sickness. I hope she is better now.”
“But …” Benet had to breathe a sigh not to say something rude to her. “That was just two months ago.”
“Yes, many people recover in only two months. Believe me, miracles can happen, for example …”
Benet stopped listening. The woman just continued her razzmatazz in the taxi, but Benet was already far away in his mind. He was imagining what Josh was doing right now and which relative had taken him home. He hoped it was Jake, and there was no problem. He wanted Josh’s guardian angel—he supposed that Josh had one—to embrace his kid and take him into his arms. He hoped if Josh was tired or in serious tro
