Hot Blog: KRISTINA FEY didn't stop me. I think Tim's mom knew I was looking, but she didn't comment. We ate breakfast in companionable silence and I left an hour or so later.
The day went by quickly and I worked late into the night. I went home totally exhausted. My father was already asleep when I got home, but mom was waiting up for me.
"Tim's mother called a couple of hours ago looking for you," she said after we said hello.
"Is the sump pump giving her problems?" I asked.
"I don't think so," mom replied. "But something was obviously bothering her. She sounded close to tears. What's going on?"
I hesitated a moment and then told my mother about the pending divorce and what happened the night before.
"The poor thing!" mom cried.
"I guess I'd better call her," I sighed. "I just don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," my mother replied. "Just let her talk. In fact, don't call her. You go over and make sure she's okay. She may need a shoulder to cry on again."
"Mom, it's pretty late. She may be sleeping."
"She's not," my mother said. I didn't know how mom knew, but I didn't argue.
I left the house and drove to Tim's house. It wasn't far. I knocked on the door gently and was surprised when it was almost immediately thrown open. Mrs. Tyler was even drunker than the night before.