Midnight Calls
It's never a good thing when the phone rings at 12:30am. I'd tumbled into bed with my full compliment of cats around 11pm. I was tired. It had been my first day back at work after two weeks and there was a lot that needed to be done. After a nine hour day, I had some spaghetti for dinner, watched a little telly, then went to bed. My phone buzzed at 12:27. I looked at it and didn't recognize the number. There are a few places around here that have phone numbers one off from mine, so I figured some drunk was probably trying to get a hold of Capital Hitch. I put the phone back down. A minute later, it buzzed again - same number. Okay, this might be something, so I answered. It was Beverly at the home wanting to know which hospital we liked for Mom. She was having symptoms of a heart attack and the EMS had already loaded her up. I gave them the information and dragged myself out of bed, dressing in the same sweatpants and sh...