“There’s a lady at the door, Grandma.”
The telephone was screwed to the wall. I pulled its twisty cord, as far as I could, to see who the three-year-old had been talking to.
“Grandma?”
Hospital hold music played Opus Number One.
“The lady said there’s something wrong with Mommy’s baby.”
I dropped the phone and ran.
But when I opened the door, nothing was there.
