Mike and Steve are bored, so they explore the hospital, locate the gift show and coffee shop, where they have a second breakfast and chat.
“How did a nice New York City boy like you end up here?” He held out his arms to indicated the entire city.
“Car trouble.” I told him my tale.
We were laughing when we got back to the waiting room. Angie was the only one awake. Her sisters were curled up on couches using our jackets as pillows. Steve wanted a smoke and we really needed to get outside, but didn’t want to wake them. It wasn’t all that cold out, the sun was warm, so we were fine in our sweaters and flannels.
We had to walk off hospital property to a secluded smoking area at the back of a shopping center next door. The banished smokers huddled together under a side-less canopy…
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