“did you get any sleep?”
“It’s afternoon here. Did you?”
“i’m fine,”Shiloh typed.“where r u?”
“Singapore. For now. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“not rly”Shiloh had decided to take a sick day.“fyi—i left dogs in house alone”
“Someone else will deal with them.”
“mom + i fed them lots of cheese”
“Is your mom with you?”
“no but she came w/me to your house”
“What about the kids?”
“with their dad, it’s fine”
“Thank Gloria for me.”
“i will”
Lois was out of surgery and in recovery when Cary’s niece Angel showed up. Shiloh recognized her from when they were kids.
Angel was in her mid-twenties now. She had shaggy blond hair and Cary’s brown eyes, and she looked ragged and exhausted in a way that wasn’t entirely explained by being at the hospital first thing in the morning.
Shiloh waved. “Hi. I’m Shiloh, Cary’s friend. Your grandma just got out of surgery.”
“Are you the one who brought her in?” Angel seemed suspicious.
“Yeah. Cary called me.”
“She hates ambulances.”
Shiloh wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She decided not to apologize. “She was in the operating room for about two hours, but the doctor was in a good mood when she came out.”
“I’ll talk to the doctor,” Angel said.
“Can I get you some coffee?”
“I can get it.”
Shiloh nodded. She texted Cary:
“angel’s here. i think she’d like me 2 leave”
“She’s mad at me,”Cary sent back.“Not you.”
“can she handle this? should i go?”
“Yeah,”he texted.“My sister’s coming, too. They’ll all show up, I think.”
“will they tell u what’s happening?”
“Begrudgingly,”he sent. And then—“You should go, Shiloh. I can’t thank you enough for this.”
