“Hi Maga. It’s Abby.”
“Oh, Abby dear. I wasn’t sure you’d call since we spoke yesterday.”
“Well, today’s Tuesday. I like sticking to schedule.”
“Yes. It’s true. We can’t let a Tuesday go by without a good phone call.”
“Exactly.”
“Is today [Sister J]’s birthday?”
“It is.”
“I see here on my pad of paper that today is her birthday. And yours was on Sunday. And I forgot to call or send a card.”
“No worries. We talked yesterday. And today. I can feel the birthday love. Even if it’s [Sister J]’s big day today.”
“Your birthday was on Sunday. [Sister J]’s is today. When is [Brother G]’s?”
“A week from today, the 17th. And then [Sister E]’s is the 28th.”
“You are…?”
“36.”
“And [Sister J] is…?”
“38.”
“And [Brother G] is…?”
“41.”
“And [Sister E] is…?”
“25.”
“Oh my how time flies. It’s also sort of funny that all your birthdays happen to come at the same time, but I guess that’s the way of things.”
“It’s a big month of celebrating that’s for sure,” I said trying not to think of further about that specific ‘way of things.’
“I suppose it’s too late to call [Sister J]? They must have left for dinner by now.”
“I got off the phone with her a little bit ago. She was about to put [Mac3] to bed, so it’s just about a perfect time for you to call her. She’ll love that.”
From a Tuesday call to a birthday call, Maga’s dance card sure was full tonight.
Abigail Mumford 