I looked up into the face of a pretty Japanese-American woman. Her face and build just barely crossed over into plumpness, and she wore her black hair in a high ponytail. Something about her smile seemed familiar.
"I'm Maddie Sato," she explained, extending a hand.
"Wilson's sister."
I shook her hand, astonished.
"I didn't know Wilson had a sister."
Her smile quirked a little.
"Lots of them, actually. We're kind of spread out around the country. We all sort of do our own thing."
"So you came to . . . see Wilson?" I hesitated to bring up such a delicate subject, but why else would she be here?
She nodded. "I've been with him this morning. He's doing great and said to tell you hello."
That was the best news I could have received.
"He woke up."
"Yes. He's grumpy and punchy but otherwise fine. He said he has some CDs in your office he wants. He asked if I could pick them up."
