Calling Linda
I called my daughter-in-law, Linda, hoping she’d shed some light. ‘Hello, Linda, it’s me,’ I began. Her voice was hurried on the other end.
‘I’m so busy right now,’ she said hastily. ‘Linda, please, I just need to know why the kids haven’t visited,’ I pushed.
She sighed audibly, then said, ‘I really can’t talk right now,’ before hanging up quickly. Her avoidance only deepened my concerns.