"Mom, why do you insist on helping that Corpo Dog-I mean, that company employee?" David was quite unhappy. "Have you forgotten how Trauma Team left us to die on the highway?"
Strictly speaking, David had first met Lier on the highway.
That day, he had just finished his vacation. Gloria had made an exception and driven him, asking about his plans for the new semester, what expenses he might have, and roughly how much they'd cost.
Then the Valentinos and Sixth Street started fighting in the car, blowing up their beat-up little G240.
If Archido from the Valentinos hadn't stopped to pull Gloria out, she probably would have burned to death in the car.
They also had Archido's gun to thank, as well as big brother Burger King's rescue at the hospital.
If even one part of that process had gone differently, he might have lost his mom.
Thinking about it that way, not only had he failed to pay Lier, he'd even made commission off him. He was simply-
far too ungrateful!
David suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
Without turning around, Gloria lectured him. "Good relations with your neighbors are important, and this person is a member of Trauma Team.
"Trauma Team wouldn't rescue poor people like us, but if they knew someone, maybe things would be different.
"If someone we knew had been on duty with Trauma Team that day, maybe they could have pulled us out. It wouldn't have taken long."
David pursed his lips. It seemed like older generations all liked doing this sort of thing, hoping to build connections and relationships with cheap little gestures in a world where everything depended on money.
In the end, wasn't it still all about money?
But soon, the two Trauma Team employees walked ahead of them and went