“Mother, are you there?”
“Yes, darling; what is it?”
“My shirt caught fire, and—”
“Hush, dear. Don’t try to talk.”
I didn’t quite see why. I was really curious about several things. In fact, I thirsted for information.
“Why mayn’t I talk, mother?”
“Because you’ve been ill.”
“Did I get doctor’s leave?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Mother?”