The Call

Sabrina's mother actually called me Friday evening wanting to know if I'd heard from our daughter since her arrival in town earlier that day. I hadn't, and then the whining started.

Lella: I wish she would let me know what she's up to
Eric: She's at Becky's
Lella: I don't have Becky's phone number
Eric: Neither do I
Lella: She should let me know if she got here ok. She had to drive all that way by herself
Eric: I'm sure we'd know by now if something happ...
Lella: blah, blah, blah
Eric: Listen to me...
Lella: blah, blah, blah
Eric: Look, shut up for a minute and liste...
Lella: blah, blah, blah...blah, blah

Our conversation ended shortly there after, and guess who had the final word. Not too much has changed in that way over the years since our divorce.

Sabrina arrived quite safely. There was nothing to worry about.

Sabrina's parents shortly before "D" day, appropriately captioned.