Wednesday, March 16, 2022

The Phone Call

By Monday night, I was absolutely exhausted.  I was telling Sam that I wanted to call Dad to see what the surgeon had said, but I just didn't have the energy.  Sam quickly volunteered to call him and went down stairs with the phone.

FORTY-FIVE minutes later, after I was already in bed, he came back upstairs.  My first question?  

"What did Dad say the doctor said?" 

"Oh, we didn't talk about that . . ."

"Wasn't that why you called?"

"Well, yeah, but he didn't say anything so I didn't bring it up."

Tuesday afternoon, I called my dad.  I asked him why he never told Sam what the surgeon said.

"Well, he never asked."

 

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