At that point, I was upset but
not terrified. Andrew had been so
calm on the phone, no crying, no
panic in his voice, so I was thinking,
She must be okay. It must not be
that bad. I called him back from the
car to find out more.
“Andrew, what happened?”
“We were on our way home
from church,” he said, again totally
calm. “And Dad was waiting for us
at the house, and he got out of his
car and started shooting.”
“But where? Where did he
shoot her?”
“He shot her in her leg.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, relieved.