A call for dinner?
I was watching a CNN report on the nursing shortage tonight, and it made me feel guilty about my current condition. I could be out there helping, and maybe even teaching so that more students have the opportunity to enter the nursing feild.
After it was over, I was helping Mary with dinner when the phone rang. She answered while I continued peeling potatoes, until she said it was for me.
Orville Hayward had called, and when I answered he sounded flustered. I began to worry that something was terribly wrong, and he asked about this and that like he was trying to avoid something. After a few minutes discussing things like the weather and Conrad Masterson's latest letter to the editor, he paused and then abruptly asked me to dinner.
I could hear my heart beating in my chest; I remember the last time Mary tried taking me out to dinner in the evening. It was humiliating, I think more for her then for me.
I somehow summoned up the courage to stop myself from having another nervous attack then and there, still on the phone, and told him I couldn't make it to dinner tomorrow night, but maybe coffee at Jack's Place, at noon?
I do hope that whatever Orville needs to talk about in person isn't anything bad. He's such a nice man, I would hate to hear that he's having to close down his shop like so many other locally-owned businesses have had to do in the last few years.
I also hope he isn't going to ask to buy that item again. It's so hard to turn dwon friends, but its been in my family for over a hundred years and I just can't part with it... just as much as I can't go into the darkness again...
After it was over, I was helping Mary with dinner when the phone rang. She answered while I continued peeling potatoes, until she said it was for me.
Orville Hayward had called, and when I answered he sounded flustered. I began to worry that something was terribly wrong, and he asked about this and that like he was trying to avoid something. After a few minutes discussing things like the weather and Conrad Masterson's latest letter to the editor, he paused and then abruptly asked me to dinner.
I could hear my heart beating in my chest; I remember the last time Mary tried taking me out to dinner in the evening. It was humiliating, I think more for her then for me.
I somehow summoned up the courage to stop myself from having another nervous attack then and there, still on the phone, and told him I couldn't make it to dinner tomorrow night, but maybe coffee at Jack's Place, at noon?
I do hope that whatever Orville needs to talk about in person isn't anything bad. He's such a nice man, I would hate to hear that he's having to close down his shop like so many other locally-owned businesses have had to do in the last few years.
I also hope he isn't going to ask to buy that item again. It's so hard to turn dwon friends, but its been in my family for over a hundred years and I just can't part with it... just as much as I can't go into the darkness again...