down the hallway, she could hear a womanâs loud, angry voice.
âânever heard of such a thing, eggshells in soup. It had to be deliberate. God knows Tony has enemies hereâheâs in a position of power and that always means stepping on somebodyâs toes. Did you call the pastor like I said, Wilson? Iâd like Reverend Anderson to come. I know they say Tonyâs improving, but did you see his color? White as a sheet.â
Kate paused in the doorway. There were five people in the room, two men and three women. The plump, older woman with the tightly permed white hair must be Tonyâs mother, Kate deduced. Sheâd been the one talking when Kate came in.
They all turned toward her. âHello,â she saidwith a reassuring smile. âIâm Kate Lewis, the patient rep.â She directed her attention to the older woman, stepping toward her and extending a hand.
âAnd you areâ¦?â
âIâm Dorothy OâConnor. Iâm Dr. OâConnorâs mother.â She gave Kate an assessing look.
Dorothyâs eyes were red rimmed behind her pink-framed glasses, and her face had settled into what Kate thought were permanently dissatisfied lines. âHow do you do?â Kate kept her hand extended, but Dorothy ignored it, so she turned to the others with a questioning smile.
Dorothy immediately took control. âThis is my oldest son, Wilson OâConnor, and my son-in-law, Peter Shiffman.â
The men mumbled greetings, and then Dorothy introduced the two women. âAnd these are my daughters, Judy Shiffman and Georgia OâConnor.â
Judy was obviously older than Georgia, but both sisters were slender and of medium height. Judy had Tonyâs dark hair, and was wearing a tailored dress, stockings and heels, her makeup meticulous. Georgiaâs hair was fiery red, drawn up in a careless knot at the back of her head, and she wore jeans and no makeup. They each gave Kate a strained smile and a nod, although neither said anything beyond hello.
âI wonder if thereâs something I can help you with?â Kate began. âDo you have any questions you need answered regarding Dr. OâConnorâs care?Any concerns you might have that youâd like to talk over? I know this is a very stressful time for you, and Iâd like to make it easier in any way I can.â She directed her remarks at Dorothy.
âAnd just how can you make anything easier?â Dorothyâs voice was sarcastic. âThis hospital wonât get away with this fiasco, you know. You just tell me how my son could sprain his ankle this morning and then end up in intensive care with his life slipping away from him.â She raised her glasses and dabbed at her eyes with the lacy handkerchief she held clutched in one hand, but anger overpowered tears. Her voice rose. âWhy, itâs malpractice, plain and simple, any idiot can see that. My sonâs a doctor, and heâs chief of staff here, too. It makes you wonder what happens to the ordinary Joe when he walks in off the street. What would the papers do if they got hold of this news? I can tell you thereâd be an uproar, and rightly so.â
Tonyâs brother, Wilson, stepped forward and put an arm around his mother, nodding in agreement and looking at Kate as if it was all her fault.
âMaybe we ought to give the Vancouver Sun a call,â he said to Kate in an accusing tone. âYou people need to know that gross carelessness of this sort simply wonât be tolerated.â He sounded pompous and self-righteous. âLike Mother says, itâs malpractice, and someone should pay.â
Kate waited until he was finished speaking, reminding herself that this wasnât about her. She tooka deep breath and kept her voice even, her tone friendly and nonjudgmental. âIt sounds as if youâre all very upset and angry, and you have every right to be. This must be terribly stressful