The call had come the night before. My father had fallen and broken his hip; an operation to replace the hip joint was scheduled for the next morning. A friend was staying with my mother for the night." I' ll come as soon as I can—on the early morning plane." I promised.
My mother and father, married for fifty-eight years, had never had a serious emergency before, although my mother had become increasingly confused in the last several months. "And is your mother still alive?" she had asked me on my last visit, with a sociable interest in the young woman she had never seen before. Now, with the daily routine disrupted and the nearly constant companionship of my father removed, her disorientation was more severe.
"But I' m worried about Martha." my mother said again when we had returned home and sat down for lunch. "I m going out to look for her."
"But I' m Martha." I tried again. "Little Martha grew up and turned into me."
"That' s ridiculous." my mother said. She tugged open the front door, went out to the street, and stood tensely. Looking up and down for the little girl she was sure she had seen just that morning. No one in sight. Then to the back of the house and through the back lot to the other street. "I' m going to ask those people over there if they' ve seen her." My mother, becoming increasingly frantic, was ready to plunge into traffic and cross the busy street.
"Let' s go home and call the church office." I pleaded."Maybe someone there can help."
On the way back to the house, my mother said, "It' s not like Martha to go away like that without telling me. If only she had left a note."
A note! Seeing a way to relieve my mother' s agitation, I scribbled a note as soon as we were in the house, and left it where it could be discovered a minute later. "Mama, " it said, "I have gone to stay with Mary Ann for a few days. Please don' t worry. I' m okay. Martha."
"Look, " I said, "here' s a note. What does it say?" My mother read it aloud slowly and immediately began to calm down.
"Thank goodness, " she said. "She' s all right. She' s with Mary Ann." With the tension gone, we sat down to finish lunch and spend a peaceful afternoon at home.
That evening in the hospital, my mother told my father that Martha had gone to stay with Mary Ann for a few days but that she was still worried about her. My father said, "Don' t go looking for another Martha. We already have one, and that' s enough."
The next day, Martha' s absence was still very much on my mother' s mind. "What can she be doing?" she wondered. "She' s never gone off like that without arranging it with me ahead of time. Besides, I want her to go to the hospital to see Daddy."
I assured my mother that her daughter would come home soon. "Besides, " I said, "Martha is a clever little girl. She can take care of herself."
"She needs a clean dress for church on Sunday, " my mother said.
"It' s only Thursday, " I replied. "Plenty of time."
