Results

The telephone rang.  "Hello?"  It was the doctor's office.  "I'm calling with the results of your mammogram."

At that precise moment, the dogs commenced barking at a passer-by outside of the house.  Herself had to move to another room and shut the door to hear properly.  An interminable ten seconds, during which Herself could speculate regarding why she was unusually receiving a phone call instead of the standard "all's well" postcard in the mail.  A world of possibilities, none of them good.

"Yes?"

"Everything's normal."

Phew.  Next time, please just send the postcard? Thanks everso.