“You buy COBRA with the settlement money. That covers you both for eighteen months and you’ll find another job when you free up more.”
“That would be best of all! I don’t know how to thank you, Mary.” Simon broke into a huge smile.
Her father grinned. “HOW MUCH CAN YOU GET HIM, MARE?”
Feet chimed in, “Yeah, how much?”
Mary waved them off. “Don’t get ahead of yourselves. I need to know more before we make a settlement demand and I want to see the notebook, so I understand exactly what happened.”
Simon nodded, excited. “So you’ll take my case, Mary? Do you have the time?”
“Of course.” Mary mentally cleared her calendar. She didn’t have anything as pressing as this. This was for family.
“Thank you so much!” Simon squeezed her hand. “And I just want to say up front that I’m paying you for this. I’m not expecting you to represent me for free.”
“YOUR MONEY’S NO GOOD HERE. YOU KNOW THAT.”
“Simon, my father’s right,” Mary said, meaning it. She’d have to tell her partner Bennie Rosato, but the days were over when she’d have to ask for permission.
“What do we do next?” Simon checked his watch. “I should get over to the hospital.”
Feet nodded. “Simon sleeps there, and we trade off. We like to be there when she’s up.”
Tony-From-Down-The-Block added, “So she knows she’s not alone.”
“OF COURSE SHE’S NOT ALONE!” Mary’s father said, and she saw his eyes begin to glisten, so she rose.
“Okay, then. Let me get started so we can get a demand letter out right away. See if we can get this settled without having to file suit.”
“Think we can?” Simon stood up, his entire demeanor improved. He held his head higher and squared his shoulders.
“I can’t guarantee it, but I feel good.” Mary gave him a reassuring hug and gathered him, Feet, her father, the remaining Tonys, and the untouched pastry while they all exchanged “good-byes, “thank-yous,” and “love-yous.” Then she ushered them out of the conference room, down the hall, and into the elevator, giving her father one final hug.
“Mary, thanks so much!” Simon called to her.
“BYE, HONEY! LOVE YOU!”
“Love you, too!” Mary glimpsed her father’s eyes begin to glisten as the elevator doors slid closed. Something was still bothering him, but she didn’t know what or why. The doors had sealed shut and the elevator rattled downward, leaving her to her own thoughts. She felt so good that she could help him and Rachel, but so awful that the baby needed the transplant. Only four years old, and her young life had been a series of tests and chemo, needle pricks and IV ports. It couldn’t be possible that children suffered so much, yet she knew it happened every day, in every hospital in the country.
The other elevator doors slid open, and inside was Bennie Rosato, whose appearance never failed to intimidate Mary. Maybe it was because Bennie was her former boss and a superlawyer with a national reputation, or the fact that Bennie was six feet tall and towered over Mary, or the fact that Bennie always wore a khaki power suit, or that her curly blonde hair was always in an unruly topknot, proof that she was far too sensible to care about anything as dumb as hair.
“Good morning,” Mary said, as Bennie flashed a confident smile, which was the only kind she had.
“Hey, DiNunzio. I mean, Mary. What are you doing, standing here?”
“I just met with a new client,” Mary answered, faking a smile.
“Tough case? You look upset.” Bennie strode toward the reception desk, and Mary fell in step beside her, telling herself not to be nervous around her own partner, for no reason. Or maybe for four reasons, as above.
“Yes, tough case.” Mary was thinking of Rachel.
“Tough on the law?”
“No it’s just sad. On the law, it’s a winner. A sales rep got fired because his daughter needs a bone marrow transplant.” Mary summarized it like a legal headnote since Bennie was in a hurry.
“Ouch.” Bennie grimaced as she walked. “Go get ’em, tiger.”
“It’s totally illegal under the association provision of the ADA. I’m hoping for a quick settlement.”
“Who’s the defendant?”
“Some cubicle manufacturer.”
“Not OpenSpace.” Bennie stopped, frowning under the gleaming Rosato & DiNunzio plaque.
“Yes, why? How did you know?”
“OpenSpace is the biggest cubicle manufacturer in the area, and you can’t sue them. I represent their parent company.”
“I don’t understand.” Mary’s mouth went dry.
“You’re conflicted out of the case, and I didn’t hear what I just heard. Decline the representation.”