The curve of Philip's lips turned sour. "Your mother is home."

With limited head movement, Barbara rolled her eyes around.

"Where is this?"

Philip bowed lower. "In the hospital. You just had surgery."

Suddenly, Barbara's eyes widened. Her breath shortened. The incident in the back yard flashed through her mind.

"That knife ... I'm bleeding?"

Philip quickly shook his head. His hands cupped Barbara's face, giving her a sense of security.

"No. You're not bleeding anymore. See? Your operation went ...