Sipping my lemonade, I ruminated for a bit, content to listen to Suzy and Yohan chatter about different styles of veils and the pros and cons of white vs. cream for the knocked-up bride.
Until the guilt started to creep in.
What did that say about how I was handling the situation?
What if someday my daughter didn't want to talk to me?
Couldn't stand to be around me?
Thought I was a hypocritical mother to?
Dang!
I'd be crushed by then.
I picked up my phone and hit voice mail.
"Fenju, I have to speak with you. Its emergency, emergency. I'll try calling MU Zhen and see if I can reach him."
Cold fear washed over me instantly.
If my mother was humbling herself to call Mu Zhen, then it was something very bad indeed.
No! Don't let it be about.
God. Don't let it be him. I wouldn't even go to that place in my head. I froze on the line. Her voice was not normal. She sounded like she was crying.
