A Wedding On Ladybug Farm
“The night that Bridget’s husband had died.
None of those drives into the abyss of the unknown had been made alone, and this one was no exception. Cici drove. Bridget held Lindsay’s hand. For a while Lindsay babbled in a determined, though slightly incoherent way. “It can’t be too bad, right? I mean, he told them to call the house, to call us, and he had to be okay to remember that, right? Otherwise, I mean, they routinely call the contact person on your emergency card, which I’m sure ...would be one of his children. The nurse said they were admitting him, but if it was really bad he’d have a team of surgeons, right? So it must be okay. They’re just being careful.” She gave a decisive, self-reassuring nod of her head. “Right?”
“Absolutely,” said Bridget, squeezing her hand. “Did the nurse say anything else? You know, about what happened, or what his injuries were?”
Lindsay seemed to shrink before their eyes, like a balloon slowly deflating. “I didn’t … she didn’t … I should have asked. I didn’t ask.” She looked at Bridget with eyes that were dark and stunned and were slowing filling with horror. “It could be bad, couldn’t it? They don’t tell you when it’s bad.” She gripped the seat and leaned forward. “Cici, how much farther? Can’t you go faster? I’ll pay the ticket. Just go faster.”MoreLess
None of those drives into the abyss of the unknown had been made alone, and this one was no exception. Cici drove. Bridget held Lindsay’s hand. For a while Lindsay babbled in a determined, though slightly incoherent way. “It can’t be too bad, right? I mean, he told them to call the house, to call us, and he had to be okay to remember that, right? Otherwise, I mean, they routinely call the contact person on your emergency card, which I’m sure ...would be one of his children. The nurse said they were admitting him, but if it was really bad he’d have a team of surgeons, right? So it must be okay. They’re just being careful.” She gave a decisive, self-reassuring nod of her head. “Right?”
“Absolutely,” said Bridget, squeezing her hand. “Did the nurse say anything else? You know, about what happened, or what his injuries were?”
Lindsay seemed to shrink before their eyes, like a balloon slowly deflating. “I didn’t … she didn’t … I should have asked. I didn’t ask.” She looked at Bridget with eyes that were dark and stunned and were slowing filling with horror. “It could be bad, couldn’t it? They don’t tell you when it’s bad.” She gripped the seat and leaned forward. “Cici, how much farther? Can’t you go faster? I’ll pay the ticket. Just go faster.”MoreLess
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