Chapter Thirteen
Two hours later, Ron was in the cargo truck staring out the passenger side window. He rubbed his forehead as the vehicle did its usual bucking-bronco routine over the uneven roads. Heavy silence permeated the cab. Doris was morose and had barely glanced at him since they’d set out to return to the hospital. One step forward, two steps backward with her. With such moodiness, how had she passed muster with the Red Cross?
Meeting with the regional director had gone as planned including the discussion about changing Ron’s assignment—the main reason for his hurried trip this morning. After the man had phoned with the news, Ron urged him to hold off on his decision until they could confer in person. He’d hoped to talk the man out of the possibility but needing a physician skil
