ahead.
“You’re a grown woman,” I told her. “You need to handle your own emergencies.”
Then my husband, who had been listening from the other side of the room, stood up.
“For heaven’s sake,” he said. “Let me talk to her.”
I covered the phone.
“Don’t you dare offer to watch those kids.”
He looked at me.
“Why?”
“Because your back won’t survive it!”
He ignored me and took the phone.
His voice immediately changed.
It became gentle.
“Sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m coming over right now.”
My heart sank.
“Your
