Last night was a tough night for Sarah. She woke up in the middle of the night with searing pain from a bladder infection. She spent most of the night trying to find a comfortable position to sleep through the pain until morning. By 8 a.m. she was out the door, on her way to the doctor's office.
At 9 a.m. Emma and I were eating breakfast, and the phone rang. Emma rushed to the phone and answered. Here is the one side of the conversation I heard: "Hello ... Uh huh ... We're eating breakfast ... Who is this? ... Leah?!! ... My aunt?!! ... I'm so happy to talk to you ... No my mommy's not home. She went to the doctor. ... It hurts when she goes peepee. ... Uh huh ... You'll call back later ... OK. ... Bye bye." Click.
I thought that was awfully strange for Sarah's sister to call half way around the world and then just talk for 2 minutes. But it was too late to do anything about it.
About 10 minutes later the phone rang again. It was "Leah" again, but Leah was not Sarah's sister, Emma's aunt. Leah was the Korean director of the KNU English Village in Cheonan, where Sarah was hoping to get some part-time work over the winter vacation. Oops. That took a little explaining - to Leah and to Emma ... and to Sarah.
By the way, Sarah returned from the doctor with lots of meds, so she should be feeling better soon. (And surprisingly, I even got her permission to put this story on the blog. Old dogs can learn new tricks.)