He was putting his phone down onto the counter when I walked in. “What are you dressed for?” He asked. “I should think that would be apparent.” “I think we should talk about this don’t you. I can’t risk you…falling…you can’t suffer another fall, babe.” “Maybe it’s like they say, fall and forget everything, fall again and remember everything. Might be to your advantage if I fall.” “Sarah, that is an incredibly stupid thing to say.” I laughed, trying to make light of what I’d said. I was still intent on finding out who Brad was talking to, knowing I didn’t like what I was able to hear. It sounded clandestine, something I wasn’t supposed to hear. I felt like an errant child and the whole situation put me in a bad mood. “Who were you just talking to?” “Your mother.”
