---- often than he had in the whole previous year. As for me, I grew increasingly indifferent. When he asked to see Yvette again, I finally snapped, " Why don't you focus on Susan and Jacob first? Yvette and I don't need your concern." With that, I ended the call without waiting for a reply. Harold was probably thrown off by my attitude. He called again the next day, sounding excited. "Honey, Jacob's treatment is over. I can come back early." "Oh," I replied absently, eyes still on the project documents in my hand. There was a pause on the other end. Then, I added casually, "Anything else? If not, I'm ending the call." "Wait, honey. My flight's tomorrow. Can you and Yvette come pick me up at the airport?" Harold asked cautiously. Without missing a beat, I rejected. "If Yvette and I ---- were to pick you up, we would have to take time off. I could put up with my work getting affected, but do you really want Yvette to skip school for that? And it isn't good to keep troubling her teacher, right?"