"Wine is good," she replied happily, looking over the list, just has her phone rang. A blush appeared on her cheeks as she realized it was her phone. Looking apologetically at him, she winced.<br/><br/>"I-I'm sorry about this. It's my mother...Do you mind?"<br/><br/>Normally she wouldn't have had her phone on, but her mother had been in the hospital, and rather than miss a potentially important call, she always had it on. Answering it, she switched from English to Arabic easily, her words worried, hushed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mother, how are you?" ..... "They're bringing you in for surgery tomorrow?" ..... "I'll be there then. Do you need me tonight?" ...... "Alright, but the moment you need something...please let me know?" ... "I love you too."</span><br/><br/>She hung up the phone then, putting the phone away and hoping he wasn't too angry. "I really am sorry about that..."