"Treasure's still in a coma, Andy," Susan spoke desperately into the phone.
"It'll be ok, mom," Andy said in his most reassuring tone.
"She just ran right out in front of me, Andy," she said, almost crying...again.
"I know, mom," Andy said. "Mom, I'm going to come down this weekend, ok?"
"I have some money for you."
"You're my sweet angel, Andy. My grown up, capable little boy."
"I remember when you were a helpless, defenseless little baby. I took care of you. Now you take care of me." There was a pause, and Andy didn't know what to say. "Babies are so innocent!" Now she was crying. She tried to hide it but Andy could hear it in her breathing. There was an even longer pause. "Did I tell you the cop who was first on the scene was the same cop from the house?" Andy took a second to realize she meant the "religious" house.
"Yeah. He looked at me so...weird."
"He's just a cop."
"Ok mom, I'm going to call tomorrow, and I'll be there Friday night, but late, ok?"
"I'll see you then."
"See you then."
"I love you."
"I love you too."