“Hello?”
“Is this Kathleen Nelson?
“Yes, it’s Kate. And with whom am I speaking?”
“Kathleen…Kate, you do not know me. My name is Eileen Neally and I’m calling from New York.” Pause. “I’m calling about Suzanne.”
“Suzanne? Is something wrong? Is she alright?” A myriad of possibilities, each worse than the other, immediately raced through Kate’s brain.
“Kate, Suzanne is fine. My daughter is a friend of hers, they met in law school.”
“Why are you calling? I haven’t heard from Suzanne in over a year. I just get bits and pieces from her brother. Why—”
“Kate, my daughter is more than Suzanne’s friend…My daughter, Kerry, is engaged to marry Suzanne.” Pause.
“That’s a lie. You know nothing about my dau—”
“Mrs. Nelson, please just listen. I’m trying to help.”
“This is about Mary, isn’t it?
