I stared at Marilyn and then back at the phone over and over again until I realized that Marilyn was serious. She wasn’t wavering at all. She wanted me to call Dean.
I slowly reached out and I grabbed the phone and I dialed Dean’s number, but Marilyn snatched the phone off of me and put it on speaker phone and placed it back on the table.
“Ella. I’m so glad you called me. Did you make it home alright?...Ella, is everything alright? I tried to call the twins but they’re not answering their phones…Ella, what’s going on?” Dean kept talking, but as I was staring at Marilyn I really didn’t know what I was going to say to Dean. But he was smarter than I realized. And he knew people better than I thought. “Marilyn.” He finally said.
“That’s right Dean. I’m here.” Marilyn said.
“What
