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The Call at Midnight
We all know what it's like to get that phone call in the middle of
the night. This night's call was no different. Jerking up to the
ringing summons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my
clock. Midnight. Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I
grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
My heart pounded, I gripped the phone tighter and eyed my husband,
who was now turning to face my side of the bed.
"Mama?" I could hardly hear the whisper over the static. But my
thoughts immediately went to my daughter. When the desperate sound of
a young crying voice became clearer on the line, I grabbed for my husband and squeezed his wrist.
"Mama, I know it's late. But don't...don't say anything, until I
finish. And before you ask, yes, I've been drinking. I nearly ran off
the road a few miles back and..."
I drew in a sharp shallow breath, released my husband and pressed my
hand against my forehead. Sleep still fogged my mind, and I attempted
to fight back the panic. Something wasn't right.
"And I got so scared. All I could think about was how it would hurt
you if a policeman came to your door and said I'd been killed. I
want...to come home. I know running away was wrong. I know you've
been worried sick. I should have called you days ago, but I was afraid...afraid..."
Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into my
heart. Immediately I pictured my daughter's face in my mind and my
fogged senses seemed to clear. "I think -"
"No! Please let me finish! Please!" She pleaded, not so much in anger, but in desperation.
I paused and tried to think what to say. Before I could go on, she
continued. "I'm pregnant, Mama. I know I shouldn't be drinking
now...especially now, but I'm scared, Mama. So scared!"
(continue....Page 2)
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