When everyone had their fill from the Thanksgiving meal, and started clearing the table, Kate’s home phone rang, so she went to the kitchen to answer it.
“Sergeant Langston, this is Sergeant Thompson. I’m sorry to bother your holiday, but we have a situation and we’re putting everyone on alert. Do you by chance have any guests from the squadron with you?”
Kate’s upbeat and social mood immediately sank to one of worry and fear. Her guests heard her say, “I have Spencer, Kelly, Jen, Matt, Andrew and Joel here.” Kate walked back around the corner to face them and found them all staring at her. She listened a minute longer and said, “Okay, sir.” She hung up, her face drained of color.
“What’s going on?”
“Who was that?”
Spencer held his hand up for silence. “I think Kate will tell us if we give her a chance.” He walked closer to Kate and squeezed her shoulder. He could tell from her demeanor that it was bad news of some kind.
Kate gave him a grateful smile though it was short lived. She swallowed hard before explaining, “We’re at war. Everyone’s on alert. Nobody gets out unless their paperwork was signed already.” She left the room and ran to the bedroom. Spencer rushed after her.
He found Kate crying on her bed. He quietly shut the door. “Hey,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. He sat beside her on the bed and rubbed her shoulders.
“This isn’t going to work,” she wailed. Her shoulders shook with her outburst.
“We’ll work this out together, okay? I know you’re worried about Sarah, but she’ll be fine. She’ll adjust.”
“Where is she?” Kate couldn’t neglect her, especially now. She sat up, looking toward the door.
“She’s probably with Jen or Kelly. She’ll be OK.”
Until next time,