“Janie, I’m sorry,” he said. “John and I went out to breakfast and time got away from us while we were talking.” “You couldn’t call?” I managed to say. “I didn’t want to wake you and the baby,” he explained.
“Rick, I thought you were dead! I got up and got dressed to wait for the police to come tell me,” I sobbed. “Oh gosh, Janie, I’m so sorry,” he hugged me to him and I cried and cried.
“Rick, you know my father died in a car accident; I couldn’t take it if you died. These things happen to people. Next time, wake me up.”