“Do you remember how to find Dani’s room, Mrs. Piccioni?” I said.
“Certainly.”
“Good, because your daughter and I are expected in the hospital administrator’s office.”
When we arrived in Malcolm’s reception area, the receptionist said, “He’s expecting you, Dr. d’Argenzio. Go right in.”
“Thank you, Marianna,” I said.
We entered Malcolm’s office, and I made the introductions. “I think we’ll be more comfortable at the little conference table,” Malcolm said, indicating a table in the corner of his office. We sat down, and Mrs. Rosati looked at Malcolm expectantly.
“Did Marco tell you why I’m here?” she finally said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Malcolm said, and he spent some time explaining the process of selecting donors to her.
Finally, she said, “I think I understand the process. Who do we contact in Boston?”
“Marco,” Malcolm said, “I think that’s your department.”