It was my father's birthday and my youngest daughter, Therese, was already at his house, waiting for us to come over with the cake I had yet to pick up at the store. I left to pick Paul up at school, but decided to take the highway, instead of the shortcut, along the back roads. After leaving the school, Paul and I ran in the store for the cake and some last minute goodies. As we were getting into the car, we heard and saw paramedics, fire trucks, three ambulances and of course a multitude of police cars.
Somebody needs our prayers, quick.
I wondered if there was a fire or a bad car accident. We stopped at my parents to drop off the food, before going home to pick up Kathleen, but my father met me at the car and told us to postpone the party because Therese had fallen asleep. As Paul and I drove the short distance home, I could see our house was dark and when Kathleen is home alone, she always burned every light. I ran in the house and checked our answering machine, no one had called. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that someone would have called by now.