It felt strange to wander around Reed's large home without him in it. I'd finished washing his sheets the day before along with my laundry. The cleaning crew would be in tomorrow and I didn't have driver's training until the afternoon with the big test on Friday. I decided to tackle Reed's paperwork again and create a spreadsheet to figure out what was what.
It took an hour to set up the spreadsheet. As I started on the first stack of papers to add in the figures, the office phone rang. I debated answering, but quickly decided I should because it was one of my job responsibilities.
Message pen in hand, I answered, "Reed Tyler's residence. May I help you?"
"Who is this?" It was a decidedly female voice.
"This is Jaycee Shumway. May I help you?"
"I don't know who you are, but I will speak with my son immediately."
Ah, oh. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Tyler is unavailable." There was no way I was telling Reed's mom he was in Florida and I couldn't believe she didn't know.
