My shoes and clothes were shattered outside my closet as I tried to reorganize it. I was trying things on, putting the summer clothes in front and the winter clothes in back, and deciding what to "keep or let go", when the phone rang.
I heard Annie's housekeeper on the other end, she greeted me with a quick, "Bonjour" then went on to say she did not want to bother me but she had a rendezvous with Annie that afternoon, and she had rang the door bell many times to no avail..." Before she could say another word I told her I was coming over.
I grabbed the key to Annie's house and stuck my feet into the first pair of shoes and ran. On the way to her house, which is around the corner, I prayed, "Dear God please let Annie be okay. And listen, give me the courage if otherwise."
Annie's housekeeper was waiting outside Annie's front door. She and I both know that Annie doesn't forget. Annie is a clock when it comes to being on time and being where she says she will be, even at ninety-two she is sharper than most tools in the shed.
I unlocked the front door, took a deep breath and entered in.
Annie was curled up on her bed, her hands sweetly tucked under her chin... I noticed her breathing, I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
Annie's housekeeper nudged Annie awake. Annie looked up at us as if she were dreaming, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I should never go to bed in the afternoon... My body automatically thinks it is bedtime!" Then she looked at me and without missing a beat chuckled, "I didn't know you had pink high heels, you should wear them more often."
I looked at my feet and thought, "Good luck shoes! I am keeping them."
When is the last time you had a scare?