Forty-Eight Hours
I was at Fort Sam Houston.
I had been on shift until two.
I had four hours of sleep and my phone rang and it was his name on it, which it had not been in about seven weeks.
He said: “Val.
Something’s happened.
You need to sit down.”
I want to reproduce what he actually said, because I have gone over it several hundred times and the construction of it is the thing.
He said that Sophia had been unwell on Friday.