He gave me a once over, "you're going to the hospital looking like that?" lhe looked pointedly at my torn shirt.
I looked at the tattered remains of one of my best shirts, "I don't have any other opinion other than going there like this, I will have to make do with what I have", I looked at the struggling men, "we need to go this instant, I don't care how I look, all that matters to me now is my sister's safety.
I can walk there dressed like a mad man and I wouldn't care less, so far as she's alive and well", we need to go before it's too late.
He drove off without a word, since he didn't ask for the directions to the hospital, I deduced he must have been informed of it.
The guy found out where I was living the same day I attended his interview.
He drove his car into a mall, I looked
