Freaked, Not Clever

Twenty-three minutes until showtime.

I'm hopeful about the guest I booked, but I'm distracted. Called the hospital over and hour ago and Dad picked up. Told me to call back in a half hour for results of Mom's CAT scan. When I called back, there was no answer.

I am filled with dread.

Child One's friend informed her yesterday that friend's mother, who's a nurse, said that Mom's going to die. Child One is ten and freaked out.

Child Two responded, "We're all going to die some time."

Yeah, but I'm freaked out, too.