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  • Yesterday at this time my Dad left to get his monthly haircut. He never showed up. Nancy-the-haircutter called and asked my Mom if he had forgotten his appointment. "No," she said, "he had left some time ago with the purpose of getting his regular trim. But he doesn't have a cell phone, so who knows what happened. Maybe he's just late, hang in there Nancy."

    A little while later Nancy called again to ask if we knew where he was. Mom said no cellphone hang in there, do what you have to do. "This isn't like him Nancy, he's loves routine. He's so punctual. Too punctual."

    But when Mom hung up she looked at me. The idea of a car accident was already fully visualized in my mind. The forever changed plot of my life, my new responsibilities the great void of my father was unveiling in the horror of my mind. He was supposed to fix the gas leak in our oven today. How are we ever going to manage anything around here without him? How will my Mom deal with this? I'll be stuck in this house taking care of her needs for the rest of our shared time on Earth.

    A while later my Mom called Nancy. No show.
    A while later Nancy called Mom. No show.

    "I hope he wasn't in an accident! I could go look for him but I wouldn't know where to look. What should I do Anja?"

    Call the police I said.

    She had the phone book in her lap and was dialing the Sheriff's number when Dad's car arrived in the drive. I was so surprised that I was surprised that there wasn't even a nick on the front bumper. That was not what I had seen in my head.

    Dad complained about Nancy not answering her door, and how he was waiting in his car outside her house, and proceeded still grumbling to fix the oven.
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