was still playing.” “Tragedies like that are so hard, but I suppose there’s a reason for everything.” I put an elbow on the table and rested my chin on my fist. “What do you think about that?” Ethan’s eyes had been lowered. He raised them and I could see the pain. “I don’t know. I guess it’ll all make sense one day.” He took a long sip of his water. “Traveling the world and seeing some of the suffering makes it difficult to understand, so I admit to having a great many doubts over the years.” My cell phone rang one of my special ringtones. I reached into my purse for it. “This is Janette. Let me see what she wants.” I pushed the talk button expecting to hear my sister’s voice. “Terrance…. yes.” I listened to him and ended the call just as the waiter arrived with our plates. “We need to take this to go,” I said and then I turned to Ethan. “Would you mind taking me to the hospital? Janette is in labor.”
Chapter 6
Ethan and I rushed to Garrison General Hospital and made it to the emergency room before the rims stopped spinning on his monster truck. We reached Janette’s room and upon entering things appeared deceptively calm. Janette was hooked up to a monitor that reported the baby’s heartbeat and revealed if she was having any contractions. She wasn’t hanging upside down and I guessed she hadn’t had her cervix sewn up or any of the other horrible things I heard they did to women to keep babies from sliding out. Terrance stood from a chair in the corner that looked way too tiny for a man of his height. “Thank you for coming,” he said to me and then he looked at his cousin and simply nodded. “I forgot you didn’t have a car. Ethan, I appreciate you bringing her.” “No problem. We were together,” Ethan said. Not together at dinner. Just together. Although he should have remembered we were having dinner, for some reason Terrance didn’t look particularly happy to hear that. More pissing in the pond , I thought. Men. I interrupted. “What’s going on with Janette? How could she be in labor so early?” “I’m right here,” Janette’s voice was weak. “You don’t have to talk like I’m not.” I joined Janette at her bedside. She reached for my hand. “They gave me medicine to stop the contractions from coming. I was having preterm labor.” She played around with the pillows behind her and then she seemed to remember she was in a hospital bed and used the button to raise the head of the bed. “Preterm labor. How far along are you?” I asked. “I’m twenty-eight weeks.” “Much too early to have the baby.” Terrance took her hand on the other side of the bed. “The doctor says she’s dehydrated, so they’re giving her some fluids and she’s going to be on bed rest for a few weeks.” “Bed rest,” Ethan interjected. “Does that mean you have to stay in the hospital?” “Heavens no. I’m probably going to be released tonight, but I have to take it easy. Keep my feet up and get plenty of rest.” “And she has to drink lots of water.” Terrance added. Janette grimaced. “My favorite thing.” “But there’s no reason to think the baby won’t go full term?” My statement was more of a question. “No reason at all,” Terrance replied. “She just has to follow doctor’s orders. We all stood around for another five minutes or so just looking at Janette breathe and listening to the monitor beep. A nurse came in, looked at the tape from the monitor and took Janette’s vitals including her blood pressure and heartbeat. “Visiting hours end at eight.” She raised five fingers on one hand and three on the other as she exited the room. I looked at Ethan and he laughed. “She probably missed her true calling. She should have been a kindergarten teacher.” I couldn’t help but chuckle and so did Janette. “Ethan Wright, don’t you make me laugh this baby out of my belly,” Janette said firmly. “Oh