Jane Phones Home
Phone rings. Unknown caller.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hi."
A single syllable in a high-pitched voice that might be Jane's, or maybe not. I've never had a conversation with her on the phone that wasn't prefaced by some statement that let everyone know the score (e.g., "Jane, put down that cupcake/cowbell/kittycat for a minute and talk to your mother.")
In the ensuing silence, we both learn something about telephony. And the limits of maternal mind-reading.
"Jane?"
"Mommy?"
Preliminaries established, there follows a conversation about a forgotten pair of swim goggles. Can txt be far behind?
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