At Hossena's place, Hossena saw the time was a little after six. She even saw Andy didn't arrive right on time when he promised he would. Hossena wasn't ready to cry or call the sheriff's department yet. She wanted to wait a little longer to see if he would show up or not.
Fredricka, Andy's only child, was also wondering about why Daddy wasn't on time tonight like he usually does.
"When's Daddy coming?" Fredricka asked.
"I can't answer that, sweetheart. Maybe he's just running a bit late," Hossena said, reassuringly.
"I hope so and I'm already famished," Fredricka said.
Twenty minutes had passed. Still no sign of a phone call if he was going to make it or not. That's when Hossena started to get worried. Dinner was already cold and neither had eaten the homemade meal of pork, veggies and fruit, and macaroni and cheese still sitting on the table untouched.
"Dinner's cold, sweetheart. I guess your father isn't coming. I guess I'll just throw all of this away even if I made it homemade. I never like to throw away food when nobody ate a thing like tonight, dear," Hossena told her granddaughter.
"But I'm hungry," Fredricka said a second time that evening.
"I understand, sweetie, but tonight only, we won't be eating if dinner's already cold," Hossena said.
"Shoot," Fredricka said.
That's when the telephone rang. Neither Hossena or Fredricka knew what happened to Andy at all this morning. Last time both had seen Andy was this morning before he left. Hossena picked up.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Jones?" a police officer's voice said on the other end.
"I'm no longer married, so it's Ms. Surprise," Hossena corrected the office.