Don’t discount what a mom can do when the safety of her children is at stake...
“What’s so damn important you had to get me out of a meeting?”
Jenny faltered at the force of Ralph’s antagonism coming across a thin wire of communication like some insidious emotional cancer. She gripped the telephone receiver until her fingers burned. “Your son.”
“If there’s some kind of trouble we can discuss it—”
“Ralph, will you please just listen.” Jenny hesitated, some inner core of compassion trying to keep her voice gentle.
“I have half a mind to—”
“Ralph, it’s Michael—”
“What fool thing did you let him do now?”
Again, a deep stab of pain, but Jenny fought the urge to attack him with angry words. She could never be that cruel. “Please Ralph. Just let me . . . He’s . . .” She paused again, finding the word so incredibly hard to say. “. . . dead.”