Katie darted around the house like a mouse in a maze, packing things for a trip with Adam. He was fussy in the corner, not interested in toys, sensing his mother’s agitation.
“What’s the matter with you, honey?” asked Georgia, picking Adam up to comfort him, rocking him against her ample breasts.
“My father’s ill. Called me today. Wants me to visit with Adam while he’s in the hospital.”
“I thought your father and you weren’t on speaking terms.”
“That’s changed---I don’t know. He sounds worried. I’ve arranged an emergency leave with the store.” Katie flitted around the house changing tasks in the middle, going on to something else.
“If you continue like you are, you’re going to make yourself sick. How can I help?”
The doorbell rang. Georgia went to answer
