Great. I was hoping she’d be gone by now. “I’ll try to find it, Shelly, but surely in this day and age, you can come up with some loophole—that is what I’m paying you for.” Mom sees me and tilts her head toward the kitchen table, where I see she’s laid out breakfast—juice, melon balls, toast—something she hasn’t done in ages. I’m guessing Dr. Macardo thought Mom and I should sit down and talk, and this is her way of saying she’d rather just move on instead of rehashing the Remy stuff. Fergus saunters over and I rub his ears. “Hey, boy,” I whisper. “Look, I just want them to admit they were negligent and have his equipment upgraded.” Mom scoffs in frustration at whatever Shelly’s just told her. “Well, see what you can dig up before I get there!” She turns off the phone and takes a deep breath. I sit down and help myself to some toast.
