By eleven-thirty I’m furious. By twelve-thirty, I decide that we’re all getting cellular phones. There have been rumors circulating that Motorola has a handheld one coming out next year, even. Although, knowing my luck, the damn things will probably give you brain cancer or something. But if it means I could dial up Devin and find out what the hell is going on, I’m willing to take the risk. I debate calling the hospital directly and making up some lie about being Mark’s brother. Not that it would be a lie entirely. I have no doubt, however, that Devin has already told them Mark has no family. I have no doubt that he fed them the lines I gave him word for word.
Since my guts are already twisting, the hunger pains aren’t helping in the least. For the first time in years, I take my car to th
