“Yes,” she said firmly, her heart pounding wildly.

- Alice, where have you gone? - I heard a hoarse voice with a hint of displeasure.

- I ... I left, - she hastened to answer. “Mom needed help.

- So you're in the city now? Perfectly. So let's go home together.

She winced, touching her hot forehead with her palm.

- No, I can't yet, - she hesitated, and the benefit of the telephone conversation was hiding all the antics, making only the voice available, for which she loved phones. My mother is sick and I can't leave her.

- What about the brothers? - a whistle was heard, probably...