“Okay,” Abby said. “I’ll come tomorrow afternoon to drop Ben, and we’ll talk it over.” “Sure.” “Good night, hon, I love you.” “Night, Mom.” Sam managed to inject enough venom into her tone to make it sound as if she’d been coerced to say even that. Abby hung up and decided that for her guilt to feel complete, she should check up on her other child. Ben was asleep by now, she hoped, so she called her mother.
