On Wednesday night, about an hour after we’d finished dinner, I got a call on my cell phone. The number looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t immediately place to whom it belonged. I answered it anyway. “Hello.”
“Dr. Currie, its Holly Reynolds.”
“Oh hi, Holly. I’ll have to add this number to my contact list.”
“You can, but it doesn’t make sense, because it won’t be ours in another month. My mother won’t be living here and my brothers and I will be with you by then, so none of u