Two Days before the Book Tour

I got home late, after shopping, to a message on the phone. It was a friendly, sing song message, “Could you please call Dominique from Dr K’s office?”
For a moment I wondered what they wanted. It was too late to call back, I’d have to call tomorrow. Then I remembered what the German woman had said when she took my blood. You’ll only hear from us, she said, if something’s wrong. This was a moment of powerful shock. I went out into the kitchen to start dinner.
Colin came home through the rain from the wine store, and I met him on the stairs and told him about the message.