She got home a little late the next night because she stopped to pick up some dinner from a local chain restaurant. She noticed the light was blinking on her answering machine, but there were no messages. She moved her chicken dinner from the takeout container to a plate and moved herself, the plate, and a glass of wine to the living room. Tish had said earlier in the day that HBO had a new series that was pretty good, and she was going to watch it while she ate.
She had pretty much finished and was contemplating a second glass of wine and maybe a cookie when the phone rang.
“Hi, uh…well…it’s me. Mom said she had talked to you,” the unfamiliar voice said. “It’s Eric. Your brother.”
“Hello Eric, my brother,” Morgan replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “Thea said you had
