Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
Dr. Jones leans forward, leveling with me. “After you spoke with Mrs. Dunaway about her father’s care, what happened then?”
I have her full and undivided attention today. Her mood is lighter—not explicitly happy, but there’s something about her that seems slightly more agreeable.
“I went home,” I tell her, which is the truth. I had been dog-tired after rounds. I was almost out the door when a page came through about Mr. Dunaway. The nurse was requesting something to help him sleep. It wasn’t my finest hour, to say the least. Two of my patients thought it would be a good day to die, and three others decided to give it a trial run.
Needless to say, it was well after dark by the time I made it home. I distinctly recall feeling relieved that Nina had been kind enoug
