My phone rang, and having gotten home earlier than anticipated, I checked the screen. It was Maga! “How sweet,” I thought. “She’s calling to wish me a happy birthday.”
“Hi, Maga!” I answered.
Light, rapid breaths came through the line – the sort which indicate she was actively thinking about something and filtering through things before speaking.
“Hi, Maga,” I repeated.
“Abby?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, dear. I didn’t…I mean… I was working through my phone and clearing numbers of people who called recently and it must have gotten jumbled.”
“So, you didn’t mean to call me.”
“No, afraid not. And since we spoke yesterday we’re all set until next week, aren’t we?”
“I guess so.”
“Okay, bye.”
Well, that sure blew out the birthday candles I hadn’t yet lit…
Abigail Mumford 