“Me too.” There was a pause. “So, it looks like I won’t see Tony for a while. How’s Michael doing? Are you guys okay, being apart and all?”
“We chat on the phone every day. I see his face. It’s almost like he’s here.”
“Well, not quite.” She had a naughty tone to her voice. “There are some things you can’t do on the phone.”
“Of course,” he said.
“So?” She asked. “What do you do?”
“We talk. What else?” He couldn’t believe she was going there.
“Just talk?”
“Yeah.” He tried for nonchalance. “Why? What do you do on the phone?”
“I would never do that.” Her tone was nasal like she scrunched her nose.
“Do what?” He asked with perfect innocence.
“You know.”
“No, I don’t.” He was finished with this conversation.
“I know you guys do it. I read about it in my stories.”
“Oh no. Here we go
