“Are
you sure, Mr. Grant?” the nurse asked. “How can you say he’s not your dad?”
The
stare Siisi gave her could cut through butter and yet leave no trail. “Don’t I
know the man who gave me life? Is that what you are suggesting?”
“Uhm…then
there must be a mix-up somewhere. I’ll check and…..”
“Hello…
are you Siisi Grant?” another nurse walked in and unintentionally interrupted.
She was much older than the first, and was clad in white apparel over a
complimenting white pair of sneakers.
“Yes,
I am” he responded, still wearing the frown.
