My Empathies, World Wondermom :’(
I was sitting –alone, doing nothing in particular– in a local fast-food –this evening –when your call came in. Your number was not stored on my phone; no. But, as soon as I heard your voice – even before you introduced yourself – I had somehow figured you were the one on the other end of the rope. You sounded as happy as you did the first time we spoke last week; your voice bore no warning of the bad news you were about to dispense to me.
