Of being (sort of) lost and found
I fell off the face of the earth last week. At least, that's what seemed to happen. Actually, I was alive and well and drinking coffee at Cafe Boutique with some of my pals. However, I wasn't supposed to be drinking coffee with some of my pals then. I was supposed to be playing bridge in the hospital round robin. At nine in the morning. Not one in the afternoon, as I thought.
In my defense, we always play at one in the afternoon. Well, almost always. The fact that we were supposed to play that day at nine in the morning managed to escape my notice. So while I was merrily sipping my coffee, my bridge partner was knocking on my door and calling my name.
Read more of Molly's Ink Spots in the Nov. 7 Advance.