David’s salary at Kincaid, Turner, Rose & Ripley was $45,000 a year. Sandra kept her job as a paralegal. But now, with the baby coming, their expenses were about to go up.
“I’ll have to give up my job in a few months,” Sandra said. “I don’t want a nanny bringing up our baby, darling. I want to be here for him.” The sonogram had shown that the baby was a boy.
“We’ll be able to handle it,” David assured her. The partnership was going to transform their lives.
David had begun to put in even longer hours. He wanted to make sure that he was not overlooked on partnership day.
Thursday morning, as David got dressed, he was watching the news on television.
An anchorman was saying breathlessly, “We have a breaking story… Ashley Patterson, the daughter of the prominent San Francisco doctor Steven Patterson, has been arrested as the suspected serial killer the police and the FBI have been searching for…”
David stood in front of the television set, frozen.
“…last night Santa Clara County Sheriff Matt Dowling announced Ashley Patterson’s arrest for a series of murders that included bloody castrations. Sheriff Dowling told reporters, ’There’s no doubt that we have the right person. The evidence is conclusive.’”
Dr. Steven Patterson. David’s mind went back, remembering the past…
He was twenty-one years old and just starting law school. He came home from class one day to find his mother on the bedroom floor, unconscious. He called 911, and an ambulance took his mother to San Francisco Memorial Hospital. David waited outside the emergency room until a doctor came to talk to him.
“Is she—Is she going to be all right?”
The doctor hesitated. “We had one of our cardiologists examine her. She has a ruptured cord in her mitral valve.”
“What does that mean?” David demanded.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do for her. She’s too weak to have a transplant, and mini heart surgery is new and too risky.”
David felt suddenly faint. “How—how long can she—?”
“I’d say a few more days, maybe a week. I’m sorry, son.”
David stood there, panicky. “Isn’t there anyone who can help her?”
“I’m afraid not. The only one who might have been able to help is Steven Patterson, but he’s a very—”
“Who’s Steven Patterson?”
“Dr. Patterson pioneered minimally invasive heart surgery. But between his schedule and his research, there’s no chance that—”
David was gone.
He called Dr. Patterson’s office from a pay phone in the hospital corridor. “I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Patterson. It’s for my mother. She—”
“I’m sorry. We’re not accepting any new appointments. The first available time would be six months from now.”
“She doesn’t have six months,” David shouted.
“I’m sorry. I can refer you to—”
David slammed down the phone.
The following morning David went to Dr. Patterson’s office. The waiting room was crowded. David walked up to the receptionist. “I’d like to make an appointment to see Dr. Patterson. My mother’s very ill and—”
She looked up at him and said, “You called yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I told you then. We don’t have any appointments open, and we’re not making any just now.”
“I’ll wait,” David said stubbornly.
“You can’t wait. The doctor is—”
David took a seat. He watched the people in the waiting room being called into the inner office one by one until finally he was the only one left.
At six o’clock, the receptionist said, “There’s no point in waiting any longer. Dr. Patterson has gone home.”
David went to visit his mother in intensive care that evening.
“You can only stay a minute,” a nurse warned him. “She’s very weak.”
David stepped inside the room, and his eyes filled with tears. His mother was attached to a respirator with tubes running into her arms and through her nose. She looked whiter than the sheets she lay on. Her eyes were closed.
David moved close to her and said, “It’s me, Mom. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’re going to be fine.” Tears were running down his cheeks. “Do you hear me? We’re going to fight this thing. Nobody can lick the two of us, not as long as we’re together. I’m going to get you the best doctor in the world. You just hang in there. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He bent down and gently kissed her cheek.