So I picked up extra shifts.
The Call From Diane
Then Tuesday happened. At 3:00 p.m., my phone rang. Diane, our neighbor. Older, kind, and she has asthma. When Diane says she’s sick, you listen.
She sounded rough. “Karen,” she wheezed, “when are you coming to pick up Melissa?”
I went cold. “Pick up Melissa?”Time & Calendars
“Ben has been dropping her here every day for two weeks. Morning to evening. I thought you knew.”
Two weeks.
“I didn’t know,” I said. “I’m coming now.”
“Please,” Diane said. “I don’t want her catching this.”