Fifteen“Jake. Have you heard from your Mother?” Doug said down the phone line, his voice unusually tense.
“No Dad. I thought she was at the book club?”
“That finished an hour ago. She's not home yet. I've tried her mobile but she left it in the bedroom. The weather's awful. I just hope she's not had a fall or something.”
“Give me five minutes Dad, and I'll be round.”
“Thanks Son.”
Jake hung up the phone as Katherine came to the lounge door, resting on the jamb. She looked sleepy, dressed in her favourite dressing gown and pyjamas. “Is something wrong Jake?” The concern in her voice was evident as she looked at his expression.
“Not sure. Mom's not back from book club. It finished an hour ago. Dad's worried that she may have had a fall on the way home. The weather is pretty bad. I'm he
