When she had about given up and was going to telephone Mark, she heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was him, she perked up and eagerly answered the door, but got the shock of her life. “Carrie, I have some bad news,” said her Uncle Doug on entering.
Carrie was fearful, thinking the worst. “It’s mother, isn’t it? A heart attack?”
“No, dear, it’s Mark. He’s been shot.”
Carrie’s face crumbled. “Oh, no! How! When . . .” She collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing.
“He’s in surgery now.”
She swiped her eyes. “I should be there when he wakes.”
“That’s why I’m here. To drive you to the hospital.”