David and Maya
Mark laughed whenever Maya requested a ride to a follow-up appointment.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Maya stiffened.
“I tried.
Remember when I said I wasn’t feeling right?
You told me your inspection was at a critical stage.
Your mother stood right beside me and said she’d call you if something was really wrong.”
I remembered.
I’d said, “Listen to Mom.