SUSANring, ring“Huh? What’s that?” I thought.ring, ringUgh. My phone. Who could it be? I was still half asleep.ring, ringHey, what time is it? T...o AM? Someone calling at this time? This better be good.“Hello?”“Sue, it’s Emily. I’m so sorry to wake you.”“Emily?”“Yes, Emily. I need your help.”“Mine? Why?”“It’s Jay.”“What about him?”“I think he needs to go home.”“I’m sure he’s home now.”“No, he’s not. He’s at Addison’s party.”“Addison? The cheerleader?”“Yeah, it’s one of those parties.”“Oh. And. Riley is glazed and coughing up blood. I want to tell him everything’s gonna be Ok but it isn’t, but they do good work up at the Royal and I’ve seen these things get fixed in the past. My combats are filthy with blood and fecal matter and bits of bone embedded but I’m too hyped to vomit. I feel so inadequate. Your brain runs all the protocols but in the end you’re just left with a dying man and it’s always your fault. It has to be your fault—that’s what they pay you for. Sirens in the distance.. ” So he gave me directions and a place to meet him. I live in Boca Raton and he lives in Hollywood so he gave me his cell phone number and told me to call him when I got off the Hollywood exit of the turnpike. I headed out for the twenty two mile drive that took me a little over a half an hour and called like he told me to. He told me to go to a Wachovia Bank and go to the back where he’d be in a black Ford Ranger in the back corner. I arrived as instructed and saw the pickup and as I came. " Fuck you," he snarled even as he backed away from me. "That bitch of a sister has been living off Mother's money, so why shouldn't I get my fair share? I will get it, one way or another!" You idiot!" Lisa shouted back at him. "I live off my own money and all Mother's does is pay for her care."With the first real menace I had heard yet, he laughed. "You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you? Well, I have news for you, bitch. I do solve my own problems and you better reconsider before I solve.