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I was in a cafe, out on my first date with Martha, when she picked up her phone, the ringer apparently having been set to vibrate. She had a brief conversation with whomever it was who had called: "Hello?" "Oh my God." "Yes, I'll be right there."
She hung up and asked me, "Can you do me a huge favor?"
"What is it?"
"I need a ride to Milton. I wouldn't ask unless it was really important."
Milton was about 45 minutes away. Martha didn't have a car. We were in the middle of a meal. I asked her, "What's wrong?"
She said, "My uncle. He lives in Milton. They don't expect him to make it through the night. I need a ride to his house. My parents are already there, or I would have gone with them. It's probably the last time I'm going to see him. I wouldn't ask unless–"
I had planned on spending the time with her anyway, and she had given me no reason to doubt her word up until this point, so, wanting to help, I said, "Sure. Let's go."
On the way there, she talked a bit about her uncle, but was silent, for the most part. I reassured her a couple of times that I thought she was doing the right thing by going out to see him, and she thanked me for the ride.
Once we made it to her uncle's house, on a quiet street, she jumped out of the car and said, "Thanks, Isaac. My parents will drive me home."
I asked her, "Do you want me to come in with you?"
She said, "No. I just want to be with my family. I hope he's not dead. Thank you so much for the ride, and I'll be in touch."
I drove home, melancholy on her behalf, but glad that I came through for her.
A few days later, she contacted me to let me know that her uncle had pulled through and that he'd be okay, after all. I was relieved, and asked her if she wanted to meet up again.
"Funny you should ask," she said, "How's today at 2pm?"
I was free, and so we met up again, at a different place. After we sat down, I said to her, as a joke, "I look forward to having an emergency-less date with you."
"Me too," she said.
Not long after, she picked up her phone. "Hello?" "Oh my God." "Yes, I'll be right there."
She hung up and said to me, "You're not going to believe this. It's my grandmother. My father's mother."
"What about her?"
"She's just taken a turn for the worse."
I dropped my shoulders and gave her a look. "Come on, Martha. Are you serious?"
She said, "I'm totally serious. I need a ride to Lewisburg. I wouldn't ask unless it was super important, but if you can't do it, I don't know who else I can ask."
"They're there already!"
"Was that them calling, just now?"
I extended my hand. "Give me your phone. Let me call them back so I can get directions, then."
She froze. "I'll give you directions. I know where my own grandmother's house is."
"I'd rather speak to your parents, if that's okay."
She said, "You don't believe me? Why would I make this up? I don't believe this!"
"What's the big deal? I'll give you a ride if you let me confirm it with your parents. It just seems like a huge coincidence."
She stood up violently and asked, "Are you going to drive me to my dying grandmother or not? Every second we waste is another second she could be dead."
I replied, "If you let me confirm it with your parents."
She gave me the finger and stormed out. I had a bit of doubt for the rest of the day. What if it was a coincidence, and her grandmother really was ill? I guessed that I'd never find out, either way.
However, before she remembered to block me on Facebook, by the next day, photos of a drinking and partying Martha had appeared on her Facebook wall, in addition to multiple wall comments from her friends that read, "Great to see you, Martha! Thanks for coming all the way out here!" and so on. Made me glad for having called her bluff, and then I blocked her, myself.
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