We were barricaded from the hospital room door where Gabe Davonte was being cared for by the doctor in charge. We had made the quick drive to the hospital all the way across town after Evelina had gotten news of her husband's heart attack through one of her sources. The drive which was only 30 minutes long seemed to stretch on for hours as I spent most of the time trying to convince Mom who was going psycho with worry that everything would be fine. I had never met the man before, but if everything I had heard about him and with everything I had seen him accomplish, I had a good feeling my father-in-law would beat a mild heart attack as the doctor had put it.
Now I sat in one of the chairs of the waiting room, watching as mom paced to the door and back, her heels making a click-clack sound
