Mill Valley, July 2 2005: Adrienne’s athletic daughter Layla is an attractive young woman, both strong and swift, and so she was quite alarmed early this morning when a wild rash broke out, arms and body glowing red suddenly.
This weekend, her fiance Greg had just finished a big job after a couple of exhausting weeks of early, early mornings, long drives, long days, and late, late nights. Perhaps he was not at his best, and was looking forward to a quiet weekend for recovery.
Layla called Adrienne. “What should I do? What should I do?”
Adrienne told her to get herself to the hospital stat!
Layla hung up, and still holding her phone, called out to Greg, “Would you look up the number for Marin General?”
“Sure,” he said, speaking over his shoulder as he shambled over to dig out the phone book. “Did you want the gift shop?”
Oh, Greg. That was terridly rash.