David frowned. “What are you talking about? Is the blood loss making you delirious?”
“Give me your phone,” I said.
“What?”
“Give me your phone,” I repeated. “Call my father.”
David laughed. It was a frantic, incredulous sound. He stood up and looked at his mother. “Did you hear that? She wants to call her dad. The retired office worker from Florida. What’s he going to do? Write me a stern letter?”
“Call him,” I said. “Put it on speaker.”
David shook his head, pulling his new iPhone 15 Pro out of his pocket. “Fine. Let’s call him. Let’s tell him his daughter is a clumsy, hysterical woman who can’t even handle a pregnancy.”
