Nonny called Thomas on the way to the hospital. He said he would be on the very next flight no matter what. She kept having to stop talking and clench her fist. She looked frightened and in pain.
Would the baby have come now, weeks early, if I had convinced Mr. Hickman? If I hadn’t failed?
Mom called the hospital on the drive in, so they were ready when we got there. They had a wheelchair ready for Nonny, and she and Mom went through swinging doors in the back. Dad and I waited in the waiting room.
Waiting room.
Suddenly, after the explosion of what had just happened, waiting was all we could do.