“Oh, Abby, darling. It’s you again.”
“It’s me again.”
“It’s Tuesday, isn’t it?” Maga said.
“It sure is.”
As she was munching on her turkey sandwich and chips and “all that stuff like that,” our conversation was kept short. I mean how long can a conversation be when you only talk about the weather twice?
Sometimes, though, all you need is “a chipper, cheery voice” and your day is brightened considerably.
“Good luck, and take care, and be good,” Maga said.
“And all the same to you.”
(And you. And you. And you. And, that’s about the sum total of my readers.)