Driving back to the apartment I was thinking of a way of avoiding meeting dad in future visits to the hospital. On each visit, if I will be driving Bella and Jack to the hospital, then there would be more chances of an encounter with dad or mom. Hiring a cab will not be possible always. Bella is also not that familiar with the roads in New York. She also doesn’t know driving. I was pulled out from my thoughts by Jack’s question.
“Mummy, did you pass the interview?”
I thought for a moment. What should I say? If I said no, then he would insist me on accompanying him to the hospital next time.
“Yes darling, I got the job. Mummy will be joining by next week.”
“That means you won’t be there on the next hospital visit too.” Bella played her part at the right time.
