The Daughter In Law

We had to get our car back from the parking dock and all this time he’s still not saying anything but his face is set in stone. I of course start feeling guilty for every mean thought I’d ever had about this poor woman who was even now lying near death.

Was she hit by a car, a truck what? I’m pretty sure it must be a car accident because Haggie drives like she took Kamikaze classes. Then I started thinking of the guilt hubby was gonna feel because he’d been about to leave on a holiday. Then I thought, if this bitch dies she’s going to not only ruin every Xmas I ever have, but because of his guilt she’d be ruling my life from the grave. That last one was maybe not so nice but hey, it’s the truth.

I had the presence of mind to call mom and tell her what was going on so she wouldn’t be standing at the airport waiting for us. She took it rather well, but she did make a very weird statement. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll call the airlines and have them book you on a later flight.” Harsh mom real harsh!

So we drove like a bat out of hell to get to the hospital, Damien still hasn’t spoken word one. We flew through the doors and kept going until we reached the nurse’s station. “Oh are you the son? Thank heavens, she’s been waiting for you.” Oh shit, this is serious. I started getting sick to my stomach again. Damien went to the room they directed him to while I stayed outside because they said she requested only her son. No problem, that stung a little but it’s understandable.

I was a little surprised to find father in law, his misplaced sperm, and the sister in law that I liked. (Her name’s Denise by the way) sitting in the waiting area. Why weren’t these people in there with Broom Hilda holding her hand in her final hour?