candykisses
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Don't you just hate phone calls in the middle of the night? Especially calls that start, "Is this the Bitzer residence and do you have a son, Bradley?"
That's about all I heard before flashbacks of other calls that started that way came flooding back. Your heart starts beating fast and you get sick feeling in your stomach. You think maybe if I say no, then they won't say, "This is Trooper....there's been an accident...I regret to inform..."
Well, thankfully it was just the manager of a BP station saying that they had found Brad's wallet.
He came home alittle while ago from the party he was at. Commented on the food, who made out too much, wished me a Happy New Year and went to bed.
I hope everyone else out there has their family tucked safely in their beds.
That's about all I heard before flashbacks of other calls that started that way came flooding back. Your heart starts beating fast and you get sick feeling in your stomach. You think maybe if I say no, then they won't say, "This is Trooper....there's been an accident...I regret to inform..."
Well, thankfully it was just the manager of a BP station saying that they had found Brad's wallet.
He came home alittle while ago from the party he was at. Commented on the food, who made out too much, wished me a Happy New Year and went to bed.
I hope everyone else out there has their family tucked safely in their beds.

