Chapter 18
NOAH TOOK THE Wendy’s bag, exited the car, and went into the hospital. Mr. Foster’s door was open, so he walked right into the room and said, “One chicken Caesar salad, as ordered,” handing the bag over to Mr. Foster.
“Thanks. Where’s Tom?”
“He was driving, so he’s circling in the parking lot waiting to pick me up.”
“Just between these four walls, I want you to know that I think you and Tom make a good-looking couple, and I haven’t failed to notice how much happier he’s been over the past few years.”
“Really?”
“Noah, the fact that I distanced myself from my son in the past does not, in any way, mean that I shut down my powers of observation. I’ve heard all the things Cynthia and Barbara have told me since you and Tom met, and when he’s been home for Christmas, I’ve seen th
