I sit with my kids in the kitchen. They have dinner, I have eaten and I have a beer.

The phone call. A friend of my wife asks me to call my faithful friend. I answer that, say, she left to visit her mother, and did not take a return ticket, so we do not know when she will come back. The young man interrupts me:

I’ll be back tomorrow, Doc.

How do you know?

I called yesterday.

Why did you not tell me?

I did not want to upset you.