[narcissism, vanity, exhibitionism, ambition, vanity, vanity, vanity]

14.7.09

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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