Если я останусь
8:12 P.M.
Thetablesarecrammedwithdoctorsandnursesandnervous-lookingmedicalstudentsinshortwhitejacketsandstethoscopessoshinythattheylookliketoys.Theyareallchowingdownoncardboardpizzaandfreeze-driedmashedpotatoes.Ittakesmeawhiletolocatemyfamily,huddledaroundatable.GranischattingtoHeather.Grampsispayingcarefulattentiontohisturkeysandwich.
AuntKateandAuntDianeareinthecorner,whisperingaboutsomething."Somecutsandbruises.Hewasalreadyreleasedfromthehospital,"AuntKateissaying,andforasecondIthinkshe’stalkingaboutTeddyandamsoexcitedIcouldcry.ButthenIhearhersaysomethingabouttherebeingnoalcoholinhissystem,howourcarjustswervedintohislaneandsomeguynamedMr.Dunlapsayshedidn’thavetimetostop,andthenIrealizeit’snotTeddythey’retalkingabout;it’stheotherdriver.
"Thepolicesaiditwasprobablythesnow,oradeerthatcausedthemtoswerve,"AuntKatecontinues."Andapparently,thislopsidedoutcomeisfairlycommon.Onepartyisjustfineandtheothersufferscatastrophicinjuries..."Shetrailsoff.
Idon’tknowthatI’dcallMr.Dunlap"justfine,"nomatterhowsuperficialhisinjuries.Ithinkaboutwhatitmustbeliketobehim,towakeuponeTuesdaymorningandgetintoyourtrucktoheadofftoworkatthemillormaybetothefeed-supplystoreormaybetoLoretta’sDinertohaveeggsovereasy.Mr.Dunlap,whowasmaybeperfectlyhappyorperfectlymiserable,marriedwithkidsorabachelor.
