Stan gasped as he watched TV coverage of the attacks. Both towers, flaming and smoking. Pandemonium in the crowds. Emergency vehicles everywhere. He’d never seen anything like it.
Then his heart stopped. His wife Yvette was being interviewed today in the towers! His hand almost ripped his pants pocket as he grabbed his phone.
She picked up after two rings. “Hey, honey. What’s up?”
“The attacks! Are you OK? Tell me you’re OK!”
“The interview was rescheduled. I’m sure I told you already!”
Stan sagged with relief. In the chaos, he’d forgotten. Yvette HAD told him yesterday. She was safe.
Then his heart stopped. His wife Yvette was being interviewed today in the towers! His hand almost ripped his pants pocket as he grabbed his phone.
She picked up after two rings. “Hey, honey. What’s up?”
“The attacks! Are you OK? Tell me you’re OK!”
“The interview was rescheduled. I’m sure I told you already!”
Stan sagged with relief. In the chaos, he’d forgotten. Yvette HAD told him yesterday. She was safe.
