really. You always overreact. The nurse can handle it.”
“She can’t handle it without your consent!” My throat scraped. “Dad, he’s allergic to peanuts. He is blue. They need you to sign off on the injection. Please. I am stuck on a mountainside in a mudslide. I cannot get to him. You are down the street.”
There was a murmur of voices behind him—my mother’s continue reading …
