Anything at all. I was a junior at the University of Maine when Mrs. McCurdy called about ma. Mrs. McCurdy, who lived just up the road, called at the apartment I shared with three other guys. Happened at the restaurant. But don't you go flyin off all half-cocked.
Doctor says it wa'ant too bad.
I was trying to sound calm, even amused, but my heart was beating fast and the living room suddenly felt too warm. First thing she said was for me to call you but not to scare you. But of course I was scared. She said for you to stay right there and mind your schoolin until the weekend. She said you could come then, if you didn't have too much studyin t'do.