Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“How do you know their names?”
Eleanor kept walking.
“You told the triage nurse this morning.
You said you had to call your daughters before school.”
“She drew a rocket on the back of my time sheet last week,” I said.
“Did you keep it?”
“It’s in the box.”
Eleanor looked at the box again.