Arthur called his driver to show up and another servant to bring the car he'd driven back home. Once the three of us were in the limo, Arthur knocked on the dividing window. The driver rolled the tinted glass down.

"Sheffield, take us to my favorite restaurant," Arthur instructed.

"Of course, sir," the man said with a tip of his hat. He slowly rolled toward the hospital entrance with the blinker on to go left.

"Hang on," Taylor began. ...