It's a Wonderful Death

The words faded to nothing. What had happened? What had he done? Nobody had told him it was secret. But the sinking feeling he felt inside made him know that should not have told. Panic gripped him. He had to do something.

Then the phone rang down the hall. It was seven-thirty in the morning. Who would be calling at this hour? Alex got up and walked out into the hall. His mother had picked up the phone. She was dressed for work already. She was nodding her head and writing something down. Somebody called knowing her schedule, knowing that she would still be here and Alex would be asleep. She hung up the phone.

"Who was that?"

"Alex, we are going to have to schedule another appointment for the hospital."

"Who was that mom?!"

"I am not supposed to say."





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