Without asking me.”
“It’s for your protection!”
“Protection from what?” David said nothing, glancing at Sarah as she lowered her eyes.
A knock interrupted them. Malcolm arrived with his briefcase, accompanied by red-glasses-wearing Gloria Nakamura. Behind them stood an unfamiliar woman in her fifties, wearing silver earrings and a white coat bearing a Swedish Medical Center badge.
“Good morning,” Malcolm said pleasantly. “I hope we’re not interrupting.”
David rose. “Who are you?”
“Malcolm Chen,” he said. “I’m a friend of your mother’s.”
“A friend?” David laughed. “Mom doesn’t have any