“Thanks for the Scare, Mom”

When I came into my office this morning, there was a message on my answering machine from my mother. "Hi Seth. Please call me as soon as you get this." Short, and she sounded very... controlled.

I'm sorry to admit that my first thought was that something had happened to Allison. My parents don't like to deliver bad news in an impersonal message.

Heart racing, I called back immediately.

No, everything's fine. Dad just needs an MRI on his hip today, and they're afraid that the bullet that's still in his leg might make his leg get very hot. The pain might make his hip worse making it difficult for him to drive home again.

Good grief. (Yes, I'll give him a ride.)