“Why don’t you answer your telephone!”
“Sorry,” I say touching my pocket. “I must have
left it in back.”
“You have to, you have to go now.”
“Where?” I ask taking her hands. “Rain, what’s
going on?”
“H-hospital…” she stutters, “the b-baby.”
~ ~ ~
I run out of the pub leaving Al in charge until
Aaron can get there to take over. I stop on the kerb
of the street, holding Rain under her arm because
she’s so upset that she can’t stand up on her own. I
stop the first taxi that passes with a whistle and we
jump in.
My heart has stopped. My hands are shaking
and my mind is foggy with a hundred million
thoughts going two hundred miles an hour, for sure
I wouldn’t have been able to drive.
I am losing control; my head is the only part of
me that is still inside my body.
Hospital. Baby.
Rain didn’t say anything else and it’s useless to
press her for more because it would only agitate
her further. When she’s like this she’s not able to
talk. Putting two words together is a great effort
for her and I don’t want to push it.
Fifteen minutes and then the taxi stops in front
of the emergency room doors, which slide open,
and I rush to the desk to get information.
“Erin O’Neill!” I yell at the nurse behind the
