The cure

"Will you slow down?" Beatrice groaned, but Linnea was too impatient; she drew closer.

"Tell me everything! Where is he? When can I meet him?"

"Ask your questions one at a time; I didn't teach you to act like this," Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"Tell me."

"He called, and I answered the phone, but we didn't get to speak much."

Linnea frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I answered the call and heard his voice; he called my name and asked if I was the one. I responded, but..."

"But what?"

"I couldn't listen to him because my husband walked into the room, so I had to end the call."

"What?!" Linnea exclaimed.

"You ended the call just because your husband walked in?"

"Yes, he doesn't know your father is still alive. He thinks he's dead."

"Yes, because you lied to him. You also lied to me."

Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"Did you try to return the call?"