“We summoned a cab to pick you up,” Dr. Norris said to Rose when he entered the room.
Rose turned to Dr. Norris with a tepid smile. “I appreciate what you have done for me.”
“Anytime. Now, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
A nurse came in with the wheelchair and Rose got out of the bed and sat in it. They went down to where a cab pulled up.
Rose sat in the back seat of the cab and instructed the driver to take her to the nearest hotel.
Once Rose checked into the room, she dialed her residence in Los Angeles.
“We’re sorry,” an automated female voice said after a click and a beep were heard. “The number you have reached has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please check—”
Rose hung up and redialed. She received the same message. Flustered, she redialed. This time, she paid particular attention to the digits she had pressed. She heard the message for the third time and hung up, bewildered.
“What is going on?” Rose said to herself.
She figured Peter or Iris may have had something to do with it as a means of getting back at her for firing them. She dialed Peter’s cell number. It rang without being answered. Then she dialed Iris’s cell number, which also rang nonstop.
“It is just as well,” Rose said. “Let them hate me and be spiteful.”
Rose dialed Dolph’s cell number. It, too, rang without end.
“Something is wrong,” Rose said.
She dialed another number.
“I would like to book a one-way flight for one adult from St. John’s, Antigua, to Los Angeles, California, for tomorrow.”