Thirteen
I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning to find a text from Helen.
Don’t forget to get Gladys to tell me.
I note the time. She sent it at 4:45 a.m.
I’ll try, but I can’t promise she will, BTW, what were you doing up at 4:45?
She replies back almost immediately.
Tom, you have GOT to get her to tell me! It’s important.
I note the vehemence of her text.
Has something else happened?
Her response this time takes a few moments. I almost text her to see if she’s still there, when her response comes through.
Yes, and it doesn’t look good. Don’t ask me what it is, because I can’t tell you yet. Just get her to tell me ASAP.
I sigh, then reply.
OK. I’ll ask her to meet me at The Perfect Cup this morning.
She responds.
Thank you, darling.
I smile. Whatever the problem, at least she’s not ma
