She couldn’t ask her about her afternoon with Sam since he joined them, with his offering of food. She also didn’t have time to ask her in the afternoon as Tom gave her a lift to the hospital. She wriggled into cargo pants, slipping her skirt off. “Keep your eyes on the road,” she muttered when Tom glanced her way again. “Then stop doing a striptease beside me,” Tom said. She pulled a baggy shirt on over her school shirt and sat up straighter so she could do up her cargo pants. Glancing in the back, she was relieved to see that Sam still stared out the side window. “All dressed.” She slipped the two medium sized bottles of scotch into the pockets of her pants and slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to get out the moment they reached the hospital. “What’s that look mean?” Ellie stared at Tom. He shook his head. “Ask me again later if you really want to know.” “Fine,” Ellie muttered as she unbuckled. “An hour?” When Tom nodded, she leaned forward, kissed him and got out of the car.
