“Can we visit Miss Mackle at the hospital?” I asked. “No, Doug. You are not an adult. Only adults are allowed on the fourth floor. I’m sorry.” I made a face. It wasn’t fair. When I looked over at Harry he was busy writing. “I’ll wait for you outside,” I said. Harry jumped out of his seat. “I’m done!” Mr. Cardini looked at the letter as he pulled on his moustache.