“I want to do coloring,” Emma said.

I got up and pulled the gray rolling tray over the bed.

I gave her a blue crayon and a printed breakfast menu from the cafeteria.

Emma started drawing little circles on the back of the menu.

I opened the dialer on my phone and typed in the local number from the white business card.

The man who answered had a sharp, fast voice.

At two o’clock Mark met me at a small round table in the main hospital lobby.