WHEN MR. PETERSON WALKS out of the elevator and hears raucous laughter coming from somewhere down the hallway, his eyes narrow with annoyance. Whoever’s making all that racket better not wake up my wife or there’s going to be hell to pay.
It’s not until he turns the corner by the nurses’ station and sees the door to Room 233 standing wide open with a cluster of smiling nurses gathered outside that he realizes it’s his wife and daughter making the racket.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks, walking into the room with a puzzled expression on his face.
Mrs. Peterson and Gwendy take one look at him—and burst out in another fit of laughter.