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“Hank.” What’s wrong now? “Yeah.” “Your sister.” “Elena? What about her?” “She’s on the phone.” “What does she want?” "Ask her yourself.” Yeah, she’s angry. Hank picked up the phone. “Hi.” “Did you call Mom?” Elena wasn’t one for small talk. Hank could imagine her in one of those gray business suits she seemed to always wear. She probably sleeps in one. He smirked to himself. “What?” “Mom. Did you at least call her?” “Wh…” “It’s Mother’s Day yo...
They walk the shady paths of the park. He pushes the carriage, which holds their sleeping child. “Have you told your secretary we’re going on vacation?” “Don’t worry about it. Just let me run the office.” He remembers a phone call that must be made. Two weeks later, now alone, she understands. Certainly the secretary had known his plans.