Chapter Nine Club Enyo
It was a beautiful sunny Saturday morning and I was In the middle of a wonderful dream about my Father when the phone rang. My eyes were blurred as I reached for the phone and clumsily knocked the receiver onto the night stand. After scooping it up and cradling the phone with my neck I managed to croak out a feeble, “Hello?” A very warm and inviting woman’s voice on the other end of the line asked, “Hi. May I speak with Barbara?”
I replied, “Yes, this is Barbara. May I ask who is calling?”
There was a pause then she responded, “It’s Chelsea Newman. We have met at Dr. Brantley’s office.”
Attempting to sound coherent I feigned cheerfulness, “Oh! Hi Ms. Newman. Dr. Brantley said you were going to call. How are you?”
“Hi Barbara. I am fine. Thanks for taking my call
