Big Sky CountryChapter 3
The next morning, a pair of nurses from the home health care agency Hollis had contracted arrived to inspect the room before my mother’s arrival. We had just finished lunch when we heard the steady beat of helicopter rotor blades. “Ah, here she is, now.” “A helicopter?” I rose from the table and stared at him. He flashed the same grin he’d given me at the hospital. “A friend owed me a favor.” We walked outside in the brisk air, and watched as the Agusta A-109, clad in blue and white...