Page 44 of Finding Parker

“Yes. She had an accident at work. She takes them daily. Can you hurry?”

“Yes, ma’am. They’re en route now. It’ll be a few minutes. Are you near her now?”

“Yes, I’m standing here in the living room.”

“Softly open her eyelid and describe her pupil, the black center portion of her eye. Let me know if it’s large or small. Are you comfortable doing that for me?”

“Yes, just a minute.”

“It’s tiny. Is that normal? Is it supposed to be big?”

“The pupils dilate ma’am. They change from large to small, back and forth, depending on medical condition. I’m simply collecting data. Is your house number visible from the street? And can you describe the house to me?”

“It’s kind of greyish. The garage is on the right. There’s an alley on the right side of the garage that leads to the school behind us. It’s more of a walk way. My car is in the driveway. It’s an old school Celica.”

“Toyota Celica, ma’am? And what year and color?””

“Yes, it’s a Toyota. 1978. Yellowish. Faded yellow.”

“I need to call Parker. Can I call you back?”

“I’d like to keep you on the phone, ma’am.”

“I really need to call him, can I call you back? They’re coming, right?”

“The ambulance is en route, ma’am. If you’d like to hang up, I’ll call you in two minutes. Six one nine four four seven one zero three five?”

“Uhhm. Yes. Six one nine four four seven one zero three five.”

“Parker, it’s me. There’s an emergency, I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay, it’s my mom. She’s had a reaction or something. She isn’t responding.”

“What’s your address?”

“It’s okay, they’re sending an ambulance, I don’t need…”

“Victoria. What’s your address?”

“It’s all the way in El Cajon. I don’t need…”

“Victoria. What is it?”

“648 Wichita Avenue.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can get there.”

“Okay, I need to go. The operator’s calling me back in a minute.”

“I’ll be there soon, Victoria.”

“Victoria?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”