"Oh, thank goodness you're there. I was about to go to the police!"
"Hi, Mom."
"'Hi, Mom'? Is that all you have to say?"
"About what?"
"You weren't at the restaurant--I looked everywhere. I just got back home!"
"Just now?"
"Yes, of course just now. I almost went to the police station, but I decided first I'd go home and call. I thought you were dead."
"What happened to your cell?"
"I don't carry that thing, it's just for emergencies."
"It's about a ten minute drive, right?"
"What difference does it make how long a drive it is? I was so worried, I'm lucky I didn't have a wreck!"
"How long were you at the restaurant?"
"Oh, now you're interested? It must have been half an hour, almost. I was so upset the owner had to offer me a cup of tea and a place to sit down while I settled my nerves. They had to vacuum around me! It was very rude of you, inconveniencing all those people."
"Tell me, what time is it now?"
"It's five minutes to two and, mind, you, I was so worried I haven't even eaten yet. I could have fainted from low blood sugar! The bartender thought that you behaved very badly."
"Five minutes to two. You checked that on your watch? It's working?"
"What? Yes, of course, what are you going on about? And the hostess agreed with him."
"So that means you got there sometime after one."
"And? So?"
"We were supposed to meet there at noon. I waited forty-five minutes."
"Oh, for heaven's sake! Is everything all about you?"
Image: By Jon Sullivan. Wikimedia Commons. And Jon Sullivan's website is at PDPhoto.org.
