The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 3
I was sat behind my desk when the call came. “What?” I shouted down the phone, “You mean now?” I jumped up with a mixture of surprise, delight, fear, and anticipation. At that exact moment, Janet walked through the door with one of the pool girls. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared witless. She put a hand to her mouth when she realized what was happening. Dropping everything on the desk, she grabbed my coat from the hat stand and helped me struggle into it as I listened to the hospital on the other end of the line. Holy shit balls. It was happening. Think, Dumbo, think. “Alright, okay, yeah,” I nodded. I glanced up at the clock on the wall, “When did it start? Is she alright? Uh, not sure. Depends on traffic. …