“Thanks for coming with me, Mum,” Dianna said.

     “Will he be much longer?”

     They were sitting in the waiting room for the doctor, who was running late…as usual. Dianna’s doctor was great, but because he was great and took time with each patient—more time than the allotted ten-minute appointment time—he was perpetually late.

     “He shouldn’t be too much longer,” Dianna said with a sigh. “You don’t have to stay. I can just text you when I’m ready to go home.”

     “Don’t be ridiculous,” Fran said. “I’m here now. I may as well hear what he has to say.”

     Dianna held in a sigh. She wouldn’t have called her mother, except...