“Why did you hang up on me?” says a
woman caller. Her voice sounds familiar. And angry.
“I didn’t hang up on you,” I say.
It’s an automatic denial. A reflex.
“Don’t treat me like I’m dumb! I’m
not that dumb!” she says and I suddenly realize she sounds like my great-grandmother
Judith, only meaner.
The thing is, Granny Judy died twenty-two years ago. So it’s probably
not her.
“I’m sorry. I think you have the
wrong number,” I say, which is true.
“I told you not to treat me like I’m
dumb!”
“Sorry,” I say and hang up on her,
sort of again.
I think, Boy, the real guy’s going
to get an earful now!
