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Ch 5: lets play Phone Tag!
Ella
the phone rang as soon as i got in the door.
I put my stuff inside the closet, runing to get it. Mom was usually home, but she called while i was walking home to say she had an emergency operation on the cow with the bicornate uterus that had gone into labor and the calves were all tangled up.
i picked up the phone "Martinez residence. how can i help you?"
"hello, is a Valencia there?" the voice on the other end answered "htis is the Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital. a Maxine Ride is here in the ICU, and we need her to fly out right away."
I was shocked. "thats my mother. Max is in the hospital? can i talk to her? Where is that place anyway? oh my god, whats wrong?"
the lady on the other end was not in a sharing mood "Miss, i need you to get a hold of your mother." she said, a little strained.
"alright, whats the number? she probably just got out of surgery. Ill call her and tell her to call back." i said, straining to keep te anxiousness out of my voice.
Dr. Martinez.
The phone rang when i went back to my office. I checked the ID. Ella.
i picked up and was immedatly bombarded by yelling "okay okay, calm down. Whats wrong?" i asked her.
"max is in the hospital in Pennsylvania and she got shot or something and shes in the ICU and im scared and the whole flock is there and they want you to call her back!" she shouted.
Oh. Thats bad. "do they know about her wings yet?"
she paused a bit to catch her breath "i dont know... but how could they not know? i mean..." she trailed off.
i grimaced. "Give me the number."
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