What?!

Yesterday I went to rehearsal for the Boise Choristers. I guess I'll sing with them again. They called and asked me to, although I don't think they need me. Not the point of this post.

After rehearsal a couple of women and I were chatting. One said to me, "I understand your brother died."

A bit startling (that's an understatement; I was stunned and confused), especially since I tried for two days to call him--without success. I tried three different numbers. None worked. Even my other brother couldn't get the right number.And one wonders why and how to get the right number.

I had to respond to her, so I stuttered, "I don't think so."

The other woman, no doubt seeing the look on my face, said to me, "Well, you would know."

Not necessarily. But I didn't say it out loud. Didn't want to go into all that.

What I said was, "He had a birthday last Saturday."

The first woman said, "Oh yes. That was what I read about him."

Relief.

I didn't lecture her about the need for careful reading, especially if you're going to tell the news abroad.