“Hi, Darling,” Maga said.


“Who is this, please?”

“It’s Abby.”

“Of course it’s you.”

“Yup! It’s Tuesday.”

“What did you do today?” and “Where are you?” and “How’s the weather?” peppered her conversation. I dutifully answered.

Maga asked, “When are you going to be down my way?”

“As soon as the planes are safe to travel on again.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re a plane away. Well, we’ll have to wait our turn.”

“I’m tired of waiting!” I burst out.

“I’m tired of waiting too, but sometimes that’s the way it goes,” Maga consoled me. “I don’t really understand it all.”

“The long and short of it is that there are a lot of germs everywhere. We have to stay safe,” I consoled her.

“I guess.”

A few more of the same questions she’d already asked salted this portion of the conversation, and then, before I was even done folding my laundry, she ended the phone call.

I guess she was done waiting for me to have something interesting to say.

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