I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

echoed behind him.

Laughter.

Champagne glasses.

Someone was making a toast.

“What is it now?” he sighed impatiently.

“I’m at Mercy Regional Hospital.”

“A delivery truck hit me.”

“My arm is broken.”

“I have multiple fractured ribs.”

“I can’t safely care for Caleb by myself tonight.”

Silence filled the line.

Not the silence of fear.

Not concern.

Simply irritation.continue reading …