âI canât believe youâre suggesting nondisclosure just to avoid a lawsuit, Tony.â
Undaunted, Kate went on. âThat error was intentionally concealed. And not a single person has apologized.â
Tony felt his temper begin to simmer. She couldnât be accusing him of unethical behavior, could she?
âIâm not trying to avoid a lawsuit and I resent that youâre even suggesting I am. What Iâm saying is that youâre overstepping hospital boundariesâ¦.â
âIâm not laying blame here, Tony. All Iâm saying is that when a mistake has been made an apology is in order.â
The frustration he was feeling pushed him over the edge. âFor Godâs sake, Kate, stop being a bleeding heart and get practical about your job or youâll lose it,â he thundered.
She looked up at him with huge, wounded eyes. âAre you threatening me, Dr. OâConnor?â
âOf course Iâm not,â he growled. âWeâre simply having a discussion.â
âNo, we arenât. Weâre having a fight.â
The pain in her voice made him ashamed of himself, but this had gone way too far for him to back down now. âIâm sorry, Kate, but the fact is I think youâre wrong.â
Dear Reader,
Families! We love them, but there are times they make us crazy. What always intrigues me about families is the myriad ways they force us to grow, to adapt, to reluctantly accept traits in them that weâd reject in acquaintances. Family members have the capacity to push all our buttons, to make us question our belief systems, reevaluate our boundaries. If life is a school, maybe theyâre our best teachers.
Always, I learn from each book I write. Itâs as if the people I create are actually my teachers, saying with a smile, âCâmon, Bobby, youâve avoided looking at this part of your personality. Itâs time you took a peek, uncomfortable as it might be.â This book taught me a lot about anger, and forgiveness, and the unlimited number of ways there are to live a life. I hope it makes you laughâand maybe cry a little, the way it did me.
Thank you, readers, for trusting me enough to take you on another journey from beginning to end.
With my love and gratitude,
Bobby
This book is for Patricia Gibson,
dear wise friend and mentor, who teaches by example that for every problem there is a solution, and we get there by giving up blame. For your constant encouragement and assistance, I am humbly grateful.
Thank you to a charming young lady, McKensy Balch,
for the use of her beautiful name.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EPILOGUE
DR. ANTONY OâCONNORâS mother was making him crazy.
The shouting match theyâd had before he left the house this morning was also making him late for the 7:00 a.m. meeting of the ethics committee, which was embarrassing because he was the one whoâd insisted the committee convene at that early hour. Tony had only been chief of staff for four months, and punctuality was something he prided himself on.
The meeting was being held in the main boardroom at St. Josephâs Medical Center, just off the lobby. He jogged in from the parking lot, squinting irritably in the glare of the rising sun. He ignored the softness of the June morning, and he was oblivious to the slight breeze that carried the salt tang of the sea up from Vancouverâs inner harbor. Shouldering his way through the revolving doors he hit the lobby at full, impatient stride.
âMorning, Doctor. Nice day, huh?â
The cheerful greeting came from his left, and he turned in mid stride to see who it was. The leather sole of his right loafer hit something slippery on the linoleum and he stumbled. Flailing wildly, he twisted to catch his balance, and felt his ankle turn painfully in the instant before he hit the floor. Instinct from years of playing rugby made him break the fall with his shoulder, but the wind was knocked out of him. For a dazed and breathless moment he lay prone, watching assorted feet rush toward him.
âHey, Doc, you okay?â The news vendor from the lobby kiosk, in peacock blue trainers, was the first on the scene. Tony could hear exclamations of alarm from the elderly volunteers behind a nearby desk, and he sensed the beginnings of a general stampede.
To avoid it, he rolled to one side, got up on his knees, then pushed smoothly to his feet, ignoring the bolt of red-hot pain that shot from his ankle to his groin. On the floor was the foil candy wrapper heâd slipped on. He bent and picked it up, swearing under his breath, and shoved it into his jacket pocket.
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â he assured two nurses and a clerk whoâd joined the kiosk attendant. âTwisted my ankle a bit, nothing serious.â
Before anyone could dispute that, he brushed off his trousers and straightened his jacket, and in spite of the pain that streaked through his leg and made him catch his breath, he headed down the corridor.