Chapter 21
8:08 AM, Monday, June 22nd
The phone ringing somewhere in the house, woke Barb from where she slept, still in Sunday’s clothes, on the family room sofa. She’d wandered in there after gathering her courage, opening the scotch and pouring it down the drain in the sink. The smell of the booze lingered in the kitchen after that and she couldn’t stand to be there.
Her cell phone lay on the low coffee table. It was dead. She moved toward the den and the closest phone. The clock on the wall across from the door told her it was 8:09.
“Crap! That was probably Brian!”
She grabbed for the phone and dialed the delivery driver’s number from memory.
“Brian? It’s Barb. Did you just call?”
“Yup,” he answered. “Got a full load for you today ma’am.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be there in te
