Firebird (The Flint Hills Novels) - Plot & Excerpts
It was a scene all too familiar to him: a rustic farmhouse bedroom, an open window, a dog curled up asleep on the bed with his head on the pillow. The room was simple and unadorned: only a small oval braided rug on the floor and a freshly washed chenille bedspread like the kind he'd had on his bed as a kid. He wanted to crawl in there with the dog and hide. Nice sort of picture for a hospital, he thought as he opened the door to the cafeteria and looked around for Ethan. He found him at a table at the back. He had a cup of coffee in front of him and a piece of apple pie that he hadn't touched. Jer pulled out the chair opposite him. "How's she doin'?" he asked. "Hangin' in there." "How about Tom and Betty Sue?" "They've checked into a hotel across the street. The doctor gave Betty Sue something to calm her down and it knocked her out. I told Tom I'd call him if there was any change." An awkward silence stretched between them. Jer reached for a discarded sports section of the morning paper that lay folded at the edge of the table and glanced at the front-page story.
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