It wouldn’t stop.
I leaned over and patted the night table.
“Tom, you’re up, can you get the phone, honey?”
I rolled over so he wouldn’t disturb me and started to doze off again.
But the phone kept ringing.
“Tom,” I said, forcing my eyes open, and realized where I was. I guess there was no reason to ask Tom to answer the phone since he was far, far away.
“Hello,” I said, clearing my throat of the frog that was lodged in it.
“Hey, sweetie,” said an awfully chipper voice that sounded like Tom.
“Hi. What time is it?” I asked cleared my throat again.
“It’s about five thirty. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. Thanks for calling and waking me. How’s everything there?”
“Not bad,” Tom chuckled. “Buddy wants to know where you are. For some reason the food I give him isn’t the same as the food you gi
