May 20, 2018
Atlanta, GA
The phone rang, interrupting our sleep and, like a brick thru a monastery window, shattering the serenity of our Barnsley cabin.
Rita, maternal instinct conquering better judgment, answered.
“Good morning, David…how are you?”
As the reply came, Rita yawned, rubbed her eyes, opened them slowly…then suddenly. She lifted herself on one …
