Today

Oh, my heart goes out. It does. And yet I can't help turning the scenario over in my mind. Could it really happen? Is it possible? Allison, it did. Could one really not notice a seven month old baby in the back of a four-door sedan? Seven months. Probably in one of those backwards infant seats: safety first. Agony and torture. Didn't they talk about it? Oh, probably not. Automatic assumptions. Daily favors. The baby was right there. At least they'll have have access to serious drugs. Two parents in medicine, one a pediatrician. Not that it matters, but that'll be the talk. One hot car. Where's the baby? Didn't you take her? I thought you did. Dear God. One hot car.