Molly shouts as I peel out of the hospital parking. “What if they arrest you? Then I’ll have to live with her forever!” “They’re not going to arrest me because I didn’t take you against your will.” “I’ve watched enough Law and Order to know that doesn’t mean shit. You’re so stupid.” I turn into a residential tract and turn on my GPS to help me get out of here from a different street. The first place they’ll probably look for us is my house, but I’ve watched a lot of cop shows, too. I’m not that stupid. And no one other than me, Chris, and Claire know the address to Chris’s condo. They’re on their honeymoon. I’m sure they won’t mind if Molly and I crash there for a few days until we get this sorted out, or until Grandma wakes up. Oh, God. What am I going to do if she wakes up and we’re not there? What did I get us into? I ask my phone to Google estate lawyers and I leave voicemail messages for four of them while I drive.
