TUESDAY
Tuesday paced the hospital's lobby, the can of soda in his hand unopened. Amie sat on a couch, a magazine on her lap, covertly watching his restless progress.
"What's taking so long?" he asked. "She's been in there two hours."
"Let's go to the cafeteria. I'll buy you some dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
Amie tossed the magazine aside and rose. "You're wearing a hole in the carpet, Tuesday. Walk to the cafeteria with me."
Not knowing where Samantha was, what the doctors were doing to her, whether or not they'd gotten her to the emergency room in time...he rolled the Coke can between his hands wishing it was Jeremy's neck.
Why hadn't he protected Sammie better? Why hadn't he taken Marissa's money when she offered it and paid off Jeremy? Why hadn't he done something to get his sister off the crack pipe?
