A pause.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
“Then bring her in.”
My stomach tightened.
“Bring her where?”
Arthur ignored me for a moment.
“Yes. I understand.”
He hung up.
“What happened?” I demanded.
“Your sister is dehydrated and has a fever.”
“Is she going to the hospital?”
“Dr. Mercer believes she should be examined properly. She’s arranging transportation.”
“We have to go.”
Arthur nodded.
“I’m taking you.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in the back seat of a black sedan that looked too polished for children with dirt on their shoes.
Arthur sat beside us instead of in front.
Nobody talked much.
When we reached St. Matthew’s Medical Center, Grace was already inside.
A nurse led Annie and me into a waiting room while Arthur spoke quietly with someone near the desk.
I hated waiting rooms.
They made every minute seem important.
Annie sat beside me, swinging her feet without touching the floor.
