Morgan's first birthday had been wonderful, an Maude was still basking in thoughts of that little face earnestly blowing at the candles as she was walking though the lobby, planning to see marquees and tents. Her young people were off doing things by themselves, and Maude knew when to step back, especially on such a special day.
And she seriously had to do things, too!
Her phone rang as she was by the door to the Mocha, and she answered at once, cheerfully. However, her face fell rapidly during the short conversation, and all she said was 'What? What?? Impossible! Unbelievable! Incredible!' until she hung up.
"I hate these damn bastards," she sighed, dismayed, pocketing her phone.