Chapter Thirty Two: They are loosing her

"Hello," she answered concluding it was a call regarding the surgery tomorrow, and she was eager to listen because she wanted to get all the useful tips she needed.

"I'm sorry to inform you of the sudden change in the time of your Grandma's surgery. It's been moved from 12 Pm to 9 Am tomorrow.

We apologize for any inconveniences this might have caused you, the change was due to the emergency surgery that will be conducted on a younger patient, a child."

"It's okay," Joleen responded, 'as long as it was not shifted backward,' she thought.

"I understand. I will be there tonight against the surgery tomorrow."

"Great, good to know," The lady said before the call ended.

That wasn't such a big change, she was a little relieved because that call could have come in for more wrecking news.

She laid flat on her bed, looking up at the old ceiling.

"It was finally tomorrow, finally," she muttered. she was optimistic and had no room for negativity or bad energy, but at the same time, her anxiety was above the sky. 

She left for the kitchen, dished a little meal for herself, sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, and ate, while she waited for the last bit of duty for the day. 

Madam Francisca walked in, it seemed she was off her break too and was ready to start the last meal of the day. It was the last meal so far since there was no special order made yet.

"I see you are finally eating something," Madam Francisca said.

One would think no one paid attention to her, but she knew it wasn't so, she knew Francisca took note of every detail but sometimes would let her decide to talk to her about things first before she offered her advice.

Madam Francisca reached for the shelf where her apron hung, Stretching towards the professionally cut apron as she proceeded with putting it on.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

Joleen raised her brows with a mouth full of pudding.

"Mmm.." she let out almost what seemed like a stretched humming.

"I'm not sure," she said.

"It's tomorrow," Francisca took a glimpse at her before reaching the bowl placed on the center gravel cabinet, pouring the already measured one kg of flour in it. 

"Yeah," Joleen confirmed, Standing to her feet, taking the now empty plate to the sink.

"I will be there as fast as I can" Francisca assured her.

"When you are done, mix this with fourteen eggs." She instructed. 

Four hours later, they were now done with dinner and Joleen retired to her room to pack and get ready to leave for the hospital.

Joleen was now on a train, on her way to the hospital. She was trembling, she found herself fidgeting at an alarming rate.

She jerked, flinching as a result of the hands that tapped her shoulders. She looked up, but behind her, It was Charles! What was he doing here?