They rushed Professor North in to be examined and get stitched up. Dalton and I waited to hear about Ethan. “How was your dad in the car? What a day he’s had.” “He was pretty out of it, and he was very anxious to get back here to Ethan.” Dalton paused and it was obvious that there was something on his mind. “Which of course brings me to the question— why the hell did he come home in the first place? He walked right into the thick of it and made things worse by being there.” “That thought crossed my mind too.” Dalton sighed, leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. “I just realized that I am fucking hungry.” “Thank God. I was hoping someone would bring up food. I didn’t want to seem callous worrying about my empty stomach with your dad being stitched up and Ethan in surgery.” “Hell, I’m about ready to fall over.”
