CHAPTER 28
When Jake finally pulls up, I can’t tell from where I am if he’s mad or not that he had to wait at work. I’ve got the bulky car seat in one hand and the even bulkier suction machine in the other, and in the back of my mind I hear Sandy’s husband lamenting about how chivalry is dead.
I slip into the backseat and make sure the car seat clicks in place. The suction machine’s on my lap, but now that I’ve examined its contents, I’m a little worried about some of that marshy muck spilling onto me if Jake hits a bump or takes a corner too fast.
Patricia’s sitting primly in the passenger seat like she’s the stinking Queen of England, and all I can do is fixate on the worry I heard in Dr. Bell’s voice when she told Barb to bump up our next appointment.
They’re anxious about infection
