Part Twelve
A young girl approached the admit desk her eyes where inquisitive, taking in every inch of the ER with interest, but they also showed she had been crying. Randi had been watching her for over half an hour pacing back and forth she was very attractive with dark hair flowing neatly down her back. She had rich olive skin and looked like she worked out regularly beneath her oversized jumper and sweat pants.
"Excuse me I was wondering if you could help me?" She spoke politely and with a slight accent waiting patiently for Randi to give her full attention before continuing. "I'm looking for a Dr. Weaver could you point her out to me."
"Dr. Weaver is a very busy women can I ask what it is you want to see her for." Randi knew she would get into trouble for prying into a relatives personal life but Kerry had been through enough today.
"Emm...my brother he....a women called..." the young girl began to sob with each word she said; unable to complete her sentence she reached into her bag and withdrew a photograph. Shaking she outstretched her hand allowing Randi to view the private gateway into her life.
"Oh God...I'm sorry you're...you're..." Horrified at the sight which meet her Randi automatically apologised for her reaction, for the girl's loss and for the time she had allowed her pace outside alone.
She should have known from the outset; this girl resembled him closely the tanned skin, the dark hair and maybe one day Randi would see that famous smile.
Stood before her was a broken figure – Lorena Malucci, Dave's sister.
Studying the photo carefully Randi was meet by five gleaming white Malucci smiles, three boys and two girls stared directly back at her all laughing and joking in the summer sun. Dave stood in the back arm in arm with, what Randi assumed where, his two brothers while Lorena and another girl sat in front laughing at their brothers antics.
Delicately turning over the photo Randi found a message scrawled along the top right hand corner, recognising the handwriting immediately as Dave's she began to read without hesitation:
'The Walled Garden 1988 – Antonio, Dave, Chris, Lorena and Maria. Remember the good times little sis...remember him always.'
A young girl approached the admit desk her eyes where inquisitive, taking in every inch of the ER with interest, but they also showed she had been crying. Randi had been watching her for over half an hour pacing back and forth she was very attractive with dark hair flowing neatly down her back. She had rich olive skin and looked like she worked out regularly beneath her oversized jumper and sweat pants.
"Excuse me I was wondering if you could help me?" She spoke politely and with a slight accent waiting patiently for Randi to give her full attention before continuing. "I'm looking for a Dr. Weaver could you point her out to me."
"Dr. Weaver is a very busy women can I ask what it is you want to see her for." Randi knew she would get into trouble for prying into a relatives personal life but Kerry had been through enough today.
"Emm...my brother he....a women called..." the young girl began to sob with each word she said; unable to complete her sentence she reached into her bag and withdrew a photograph. Shaking she outstretched her hand allowing Randi to view the private gateway into her life.
"Oh God...I'm sorry you're...you're..." Horrified at the sight which meet her Randi automatically apologised for her reaction, for the girl's loss and for the time she had allowed her pace outside alone.
She should have known from the outset; this girl resembled him closely the tanned skin, the dark hair and maybe one day Randi would see that famous smile.
Stood before her was a broken figure – Lorena Malucci, Dave's sister.
Studying the photo carefully Randi was meet by five gleaming white Malucci smiles, three boys and two girls stared directly back at her all laughing and joking in the summer sun. Dave stood in the back arm in arm with, what Randi assumed where, his two brothers while Lorena and another girl sat in front laughing at their brothers antics.
Delicately turning over the photo Randi found a message scrawled along the top right hand corner, recognising the handwriting immediately as Dave's she began to read without hesitation:
'The Walled Garden 1988 – Antonio, Dave, Chris, Lorena and Maria. Remember the good times little sis...remember him always.'