Thursday, May 7, 2009
Spouse had begged for somebody to fetch his wife as he lay injured on the road. One person listened and ran to find me, knocked on my door and urged me to hurry.
She sat on our couch some days later and we remarked on the miracle that Spouse was sufficiently coherent to give details so that I could be summoned.
She stared at us, said to Spouse, "but you didn't. You gave me the wrong address."
We both said that we did not understand.
"You actually told me the wrong address- you must have been confused, with the concussion. You had the right street, but the wrong number."
I gasped, "but how did you find me?"
"I ran up and down the street, and I couldn't find that number anywhere. But I felt you were nearby. So I thought I'd try this place, and there you were."
And there I was.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 5:39 PM