“Well Ma’am, we like our family to come see rather than tell over the phone.” she
said patiently.
“Okay, thank you.” I said and hung up the phone.
“Graham, we gotta go.” I said, turning off the oven and throwing the partially
finished casserole into the garbage.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing my arm. My face was all red from
holding back tears.
“My dad.” I said, then grabbed my jacket and stormed out the door.