I entered Shotgun Community Hospital, eager to learn more about Seth’s collapse.
An elderly volunteer who shuffled slowly, the sound of her shoes swishing against the linoleum, ushered us all to room fifteen.
Dr. Dalton, who shined a light in Seth’s eyes, looked up at us and waved. He stepped outside of the room. “I didn’t know you knew the Palizzi family.”
He grabbed my hand between both of his.
After I noted Margaret’s absence, my thoughts shifted as Dr. Dalton squeezed my hand gently for longer than I expected. Warmth coursed through my face. I hoped he didn’t notice. “Janie and I just met at the farmer’s market. I went with Rita and Helen to help them with their booth.”
Dr. Dalton grinned. “So, they introduced you to overly potent peach wine and alternative toilet artwork. Sound
