“Hello?” Beth said into the telephone, then sighed as the perky soft rock resumed. She was on hold again.
When Ell had collapsed two days ago, the ambulance crew had taken her forty-five minutes away, to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. The doctor said Ell and the baby were fine, but she should take it easy for a while. So while Ellie sequestered herself in her room, Beth worked off the invitation list for the wedding reception, calling everyone to let them know about Chris’s death. It was an awful job, breaking the news to old friends, but it would be even worse for her sister to do it.