couples_therapy: 36.4. Margaret Mead Quote
[Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need. ~Margaret Mead]
You have five new messages.
First message: Hey. Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be running late tonight. See you when I get home. Love you.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: Me again. It’s about 9:30 and I just walked in the door. Guess you’re working late too. Call me when you get this.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: So it’s about eleven and I haven’t heard from you. I tried your office, but it doesn’t look like you’re there either. I’m going to call House and see if he’s heard from you. Call me. Love you.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: Call your damn husband. Where are you, anyway?
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: All right. Now I’m worried. Are you okay? You need to call me. At least let me know you haven’t broken your neck.
****
She felt awful, and sort of touched, as she sat in the driver’s seat of her jeep, listening to the stream of messages that had been left for her the night before. She wasn’t used to people wondering where she was. Her mother had always been too wrapped up in her own drama to care about when Abi came and went, her college roommates and her were on such wildly different schedules it was a miracle if they ever did see each other, and in Australia she lived alone. So having someone home and wondering where she had gone was a totally alien concept, but a nice one.
She hadn't planned on being out all night either. She had actually been heading home to meet James when an emergency had forced her to turn around. A joey had fallen out of its pouch and for some reason the mother wasn't calling it back. So Abi had spent the night sitting in the kangaroo pen, trying to coax mother and child back together. It wasn't until the morning, when she was leaving, that she realized her phone had been sitting on the dashboard the whole time.
Dialing Wilson’s cell, she started pulling out of the lot – she’d pick up coffee and bagels and then head home or to the hospital, depending on where he was.
She was just about to turn when he picked up. “Hey, it’s me. I JUST got your messages. You’ll never believe the night I had…”
You have five new messages.
First message: Hey. Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be running late tonight. See you when I get home. Love you.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: Me again. It’s about 9:30 and I just walked in the door. Guess you’re working late too. Call me when you get this.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: So it’s about eleven and I haven’t heard from you. I tried your office, but it doesn’t look like you’re there either. I’m going to call House and see if he’s heard from you. Call me. Love you.
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: Call your damn husband. Where are you, anyway?
To delete this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
Next message: All right. Now I’m worried. Are you okay? You need to call me. At least let me know you haven’t broken your neck.
****
She felt awful, and sort of touched, as she sat in the driver’s seat of her jeep, listening to the stream of messages that had been left for her the night before. She wasn’t used to people wondering where she was. Her mother had always been too wrapped up in her own drama to care about when Abi came and went, her college roommates and her were on such wildly different schedules it was a miracle if they ever did see each other, and in Australia she lived alone. So having someone home and wondering where she had gone was a totally alien concept, but a nice one.
She hadn't planned on being out all night either. She had actually been heading home to meet James when an emergency had forced her to turn around. A joey had fallen out of its pouch and for some reason the mother wasn't calling it back. So Abi had spent the night sitting in the kangaroo pen, trying to coax mother and child back together. It wasn't until the morning, when she was leaving, that she realized her phone had been sitting on the dashboard the whole time.
Dialing Wilson’s cell, she started pulling out of the lot – she’d pick up coffee and bagels and then head home or to the hospital, depending on where he was.
She was just about to turn when he picked up. “Hey, it’s me. I JUST got your messages. You’ll never believe the night I had…”