It was eleven o’clock at night, and Evelyn let out a second yawn within a few seconds of each other. Yes, she was sleepy but not tired, besides the late-night news had just started, and she wanted to see a few minutes of it before turning in for the night. Her husband was already in bed.

About fifteen minutes into the news, she was ready to turn in, and as she reached for the remote, the Apple cell phone on the dark brown leather chair beside her rang.

“Whose, calling at this time,” she exclaimed, “nothing good comes with a late-night call.”

She picked up the case-protected phone and looked down at the bright display.

“This has to be a wrong number,” she mumbled, as her eyes sought to focus on the caller id displayed.

Police Department was on display.

“The police,” Evelyn said, “why are they calling me? What’s wrong.”

“Hello,” she said, putting the phone to her ear.

“Thank God, Grandma. You’re still up. It’s me, Meggy.”

“Meggy?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes, it’s me. Sorry to call you so late, but I’m in big trouble here.”

“With the police?”

“Yes, with the police. How did you know that?” Meggy asked hesitantly.

“The caller id on the phone came up.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Grandma, I was arrested because they said I was trying to enter Mexico illegally.”

“What, but I thought you were away at college. What are you doing in Mexico?”

“It’s not my fault. It’s the Uber driver,” Meggy said, and she began to sob.

“Uber driver? What does an Uber driver have to do with this?”

“A few friends and I went to the theatre to take a break from our studies, and we decided to use Uber to return to the campus. The next thing we know, we were at the Mexico border and are getting arrested.”

“Then it’s not your fault. Did you explain this to the police?”

“Yes, but they say that that’s not their problem. I need to get a lawyer; in the meantime, I can post bail.”

Meggy’s sobs had now turned into tears.

“Bail?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes, and it’s twenty thousand dollars, but if I pay it within one hour, it will only be ten thousand.”

“Wait, hold on a minute here, were you arrested in Mexico or here?”

There was a pause, and Evelyn heard someone say in a deep, stern tone, “You have only two more minutes on the phone,”

“But I am talking with my Grandma. She has a credit card and can post the bond for me right now,” Evelyn heard her granddaughter say.

“Okay, then, I can give you five more minutes because jail is no place for a young woman with her whole future ahead of her.”

“Thank you,” Meggy said.

Then a few seconds later, she said, “Grandma, thanks for doing this for me. I will give you back the money as soon as I get back on campus.”

“But,” Evelyn said.

“Okay, let me grab this pen and a piece of paper from this table. Okay, I have them. Go ahead now.”

“Meggy, my credit card company will not allow ten thousand dollars to go through like that. I will have to call them first.”

There was a pause.

“How much will they allow to go through?”

“Five hundred dollars,” Evelyn said.

Another pause.

“Then, can you call them, and I will call you back? When do you want me to call you back?”

“I don’t know, maybe thirty minutes because sometimes it takes a while to set things up.”

“I’ll call back in ten minutes,” she said, and the phone cut out.

“Hello,” Evelyn said, but there was no reply.

Evelyn pressed the power button to end the call and put the phone on the chair beside her.

She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

She looked up at the TV in her dining room, and the news was ending. She turned off the set.

She then picked up the phone again, and after finding the name she was looking for, she texted, “Still studying Daisy?”

“Yes, granny. Why are you still up?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too. Goodnight.”

Evelyn put down the phone in the chair and smiled. She has been the only one in her grandaughter’s life who called her by the French meaning of her name Marguerite. Nevertheless, the voice on the phone sounded like Daisy.

As she got up from the chair, she felt a slight pain in her left knee.

“Don’t go act up on me now, arthritis,” she said, gently rubbing her knee.

She straightened up, and as she did, her phone rang again. She peeped at the screen, and the caller id once again said police department. She shook her head and headed for the washroom, and as she did, she could hear her husband’s snores.

The End.