A/N Ok, this has been a long time coming. I've been away for a few weeks and had pretty sporadic internet access so haven't been able to update. And I know I said I'd do Mallory's chapter next, but its at home on my computer there, which I don't have access to for another couple of days, so here's Abby instead. I haven't edited this chapter as much as I usually do because I just wanted to get it posted, so I hope everything's ok in it.

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From: Mary Anne and David Lee
To: Abigail Stein
Subject: Reunion

Hi Abby

How's it going? I got a phone call from Kristy today. She's going nuts organizing this reunion. Mainly the accommodation. I suggested she just leave it until everyone arrived. I mean we already know Shannon's booked into a motel, Dawn and I will be at our parents, and really, most of us can figure our own accommodation out! Anyway, she did not like my suggestion at all. She ranted and raved about what chaos it would be if it wasn't arranged in the next 10 seconds. I'm already getting second thoughts about this get together now. If Kristy's going to be rushing round organizing everything, I'm not sure I want to be there.

I hope this doesn't sound too much like moaning. I know someone has to organize things, but Kristy seems to be going completely over the top with this. Oh well. See you in a couple of weeks!

Mary Anne

I smiled to myself as I read Mary Anne's email. It sounded like Kristy hadn't changed a bit. I was at home, sitting in my favourite armchair, my feet up on a foot stool and my laptop on my lap. My 3 year old son Jonathan was watching TV in front of me. I'd been home for 3 days now, while he was sick with the flu. I was clicking through my emails, trying to keep up with what was going on in the office when the phone rang.

I sighed, shifted the lap top and headed into the kitchen, trailed by Jonathan.

"Hello, Abby Stein speaking."

"Hello, it's Melinda Gable here from the hospital. Dr Collins has received your test results from the lab. He'd like you to make an appointment to discuss them with him."

I bit my lip nervously. "Can you tell me anything about the results now?" I asked. I was surprised at how firm my voice sounded.

"I'm sorry," Melinda said firmly. "I'm afraid I don't know anything about your results."

"But if he wants to see me about them, then that's not good, is it? Does that mean anything?" Aware I was beginning to sound panicked and hysterical, I continued. "If they were fine, he'd just tell me over the phone wouldn't he?"

"I don't know, Mrs Stein." Melinda said calmly. "All I was told was to ask you to set up an appointment as soon as possible. Would sometime this week be good for you?"

No! I wanted to scream. This week's not good. Next week's not good. The week after that isn't too great either. No time would be good to hear some of the worst news of my life.

That evening I told my husband Josef.

"You never know." He said optimistically. "It could just be hospital procedure, telling people in person."

I looked at him wordlessly. He smiled. It didn't quite meet his eyes, but I knew he was trying to reassure me.

"You could be right." I acknowledged grudgingly.

He reached over and took my hand. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it. Together."