6-6-2014
The ring of the phone and the
anxious awaiting of an answer from the other end is in itself nerve wracking,
however what ensued today was more so. I
strummed my fingers on the steering wheel as the sound of the phone ringing
piped through the speakers of my car. “Hello”,
I answered the customary rhetorical “hello”, silence on the other end. I waited puzzled and said “hello Sherry”, no
response….. My pitch raised “Sherry”, “This is not Sherry”, I looked at my
phone, surely I did not dial the wrong number, it displayed my daughter’s
name. My heart skipped a beat “Who are
you?” I asked, my voice now almost in a faint whisper. “This is her friend, she forgot her phone at
school and I took it up”. I thought, why did you do that? She is still at school probably frantically
looking for her phone. “I said, so where is she, and where are you?”
Long story short, chick
took the phone and went on her merry way, so the evening was spent, after picking
my daughter and son up, chasing down her friend who had her phone. It ended in me calling my brother to
intercept and receive in Princes Town before this girl took the phone out to
the untraveled greeneries of Rio Claro, where the streets are unnamed and the
houses unnumbered.
I guess my photo of the
day should’ve been a picture of the phone, but instead, I sat gathering my
flustered senses at my brother’s home and decided to take a stroll into his
garden.
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