Grapevine Of Worry (RP)
Dot was grateful for the little bits of downtime she'd been able to grab, lately. With everything that had happened -- Good as well as Bad, taking time to just breathe was increasingly valuable.
She didn't remember exchanging numbers with Chuck, but thank goodness for small miracles. She perched on the edge of the bed and punched in the number. Straight to voicemail, but a message was a message, either way.
"Hi, Chuck. It's Dot. You should call me when you get a chance. Val is in hospital. I'll go into more details when I hear from you. If you don't catch me, leave a message and we'll play phone tag, okay?"
She didn't remember exchanging numbers with Chuck, but thank goodness for small miracles. She perched on the edge of the bed and punched in the number. Straight to voicemail, but a message was a message, either way.
"Hi, Chuck. It's Dot. You should call me when you get a chance. Val is in hospital. I'll go into more details when I hear from you. If you don't catch me, leave a message and we'll play phone tag, okay?"