Imagine attractive male voice
"Construction workers in the X neighborhood have broken a gas line. Residents are being evacuated, including those in a nearby nursing home. Officials fear an explosion."
Then she heard actual sirens, because guess what? She lives in Neighborhood X. Thankfully, hers was not one of the houses that had to be evacuated nor did anyone or anything explode, but the Matron was all like: OF COURSE there would be a potential explosion down her block. She's the center of attention, focusing on her own self and all, but she sometimes wonders why her life seems to attract so much drama!
Trust her. She hasn't even told the back story. She's sort of afraid to. (should she spill some more beans?) So she was pondering said back story and the drama swirling in her wake yesterday.
John took the wan and feverish (since Sunday) Merrick to the doctor and mentioned that Merrick's heart seemed to have developed a little tic, like a gallop to the beat. The doctor heard it too. And since nobody's noticed it during five years of Well Child check ups (the Matron forgot this year!), he's assuming it's a new development.
John and Merrick left the doctor's office with a 'negative' on the strep test and orders for a swift visit to a pediatric cardiologist at the University of Minnesota. The Big Guns.
And even though she knows it's probably all going to be okay, the Matron is crying as she types this. Just a little.
Appointment is Monday morning!