“I just want to say thank you for helping my husband,” she replies. I'm puzzled for a second wondering who her husband is.
“And who is your husband?” I ask her.
Instead of responding, she chuckles. “Thank you, okay? It's not my story to tell. You'll understand later—soon” she says before ending the call just when I open my mouth to say something to her.
When I bring the phone off my ear, I gasp at it. It's rude to end calls on people just like that. I tap on the number and try to return the call but it doesn't connect. Sighing, I resign from the attempt and go back to sit with my father.
“Was that him?” He asks but I shake my head.
“No. It was a weird call but don't worry about it” I answer.
We spend the whole afternoon talking about Mom and chatting about her high tuned voice
