Chapter 28: The Stranger

Arthur called his driver to show up and another servant to bring the car he'd driven back home. Once the three of us were in the limo, Arthur knocked on the dividing window. The driver rolled the tinted glass down.

"Sheffield, take us to my favorite restaurant," Arthur instructed.

"Of course, sir," the man said with a tip of his hat. He slowly rolled toward the hospital entrance with the blinker on to go left.

"Hang on," Taylor began. Sheffield paused instead of pulling out. "I don't want to go out to eat. You two go on ahead of me."

"Are you feeling all right?" I asked.

"Me? Pssssh. Of course! But I want to go to the mall. Please take me there, Sheffield."

"Of course, Miss Taylor."

As Sheffield pulled out on the highway, I leaned over to Taylor and asked, "How come you don't want to join us?"

"You get to see my beautiful face all the time," she joked, holding her hands up perching, pretending to be a model. "You don't need to drag me along." She and I sha