“Hi, Maga. It’s Abby.”
“Hello, darling. Who is this?”
“It’s Abby.”
“Oh, Abby. How did I miss you?”
“You didn’t. I’m here.”
“I dozed off here in the chair.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s perfectly all right. Oh, that was terribly bad behavior.”
“What? I said I was sorry!”
“My knee. I moved it and it hurt.”
“Oh. I thought you were talking about me.”
I needn’t have worried. She wasn’t. In fact, for most of the rest of the conversation, she wasn’t talking to me or about me, but merely near me. She had other things to be excited about, namely, the adventurers returning home tomorrow!
Abigail Mumford 