The phone rang in the middle of the night.
8 PM!
Can you believe it?
My beloved Christian answered the phone.
It was Elliott.
He was in a panic.
"Christian," I could hear him cry out over the telephone, "I sent Kate to the corner store for a six-pack of beer and she hasn't returned. That was TWO HOURS ago! What should I do?"
Leave it to Christian to keep his wits about him.
"If I were you," my husband advised his brother, "I'd go get my own beer."
