I called twice. No answer either time.
Maga called back twice. Left a voicemail each time.
As they say, fifth time’s the charm, and she answered with a, “Hello, Abby, dear.”
It was a short conversation given the late hour and my scratchy throat, but it was still our usual on a Tuesday night. A simple and sweet way to close down the night which had involved my trivia team’s rowdy return to the playing field (we took third after inducing a tiebreaker) and a surprise rendition of “happy birthday” sung by an entire restaurant.
I happily accepted her wishes of sweet dreams and warmer weather while wishing her exactly the same.