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excerpt from Church Hill. . .
I received the call around eleven o’clock that Sunday morning. I had to work that day because we were implementing a new program into the computer system at the bank I worked for. The caller-ID read Church Hill Hosp and the phone number listed below. I gave a questioning look to the small team working with me before answering.
“Hello. Church Hill Bank and Trust, how may I help you?”
A man’s soothing voice came through the line. “May I speak with Mrs. Boothe, please?”
“This is she,” I said as I gave another questioning look to my team.
“Mrs. Boothe, I’m Dr. Sanchez at Church Hill Hospital. I’m afraid your husband and daughter have been in an auto accident. I’ll need you come to the hospital.”
I collapsed into a chair, the telephone receiver I held in my hand started to slide from my grip. I tried to ask the doctor how bad they were, but I couldn’t speak. My jaw moved up and down, but my lips and tongue were immobile and my throat made no sound.
Cassie, my assistant, took the phone from my hand. “Hello?”
“This is her assistant. May I help you?”
“This is Dr. Sanchez at Church Hill Hospital. I need Mrs. Boothe to come to the hospital right away. Her family has been in an accident.”