She answered the phone in a panting breath. As my wife talked I knew it didn't sound good. The call was from my wife's Sister Tasha who was sick and throwing up. Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children. She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them.
"I know you wanted me to go with you to the party," Betty said holding her hand over the phone, "But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her". Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown. "Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise," she said with another one of her wicked smiles.
"Go help your sister," I told her attempting to look pitiful, "I will just ha
