Night Murmurs
Oh please dear God, let it not be my son. Please.
Hi lamb. Nice to hear from you - every time you are in crisis.Gee, you’re right, sorry to bother you. Good bye gracious God . . . thanks for dinner. It’s just that the ambulance sounds no more than two blocks away.
Do not worry my child. Go to sleep.
Please then, whoever else is out there, Destiny, please . . .
I hear you. I’ll pick some other mother’s child to be hurt. I still have two seconds to change the future.Oh you wise Destiny, how selfish of me! That’s right. That’s right. Never mind you, then.
Please dear . . . Zodiac, let the constellation be favorable. If it is in my baby’s path to be involved in this accident, please let him live.
You worry too much. Give yourself more credit; you raised him. Didn’t he tell you he was the designated driver tonight?Yes, but it’s dangerous to drive in the rain at night, and it is after midnight and the rain is pounding on my bedroom window.
Go to sleep, whatever happened is already done. Any minute he’ll be home
.You’re no help omnipotent Zodiac. Any minute the phone will ring. What will I do?
Should I wait to contact his father? What about his girlfriend? Should I let them have one more peaceful night of sleep?
I give up.
I would tell his girlfriend to choose anything from my son’s bedroom she wants. Anything. Well, not the elephant picture or the key-chain collection. But anything else that might help her cope.
Good job! Keep this up. You’re asking for the worst to happen.
I might grant your wish. Write the eulogy why don’t you?
Oh beastly devil, go to hell! I refuse to be manipulated by you.