The Late Call
Late one Saturday evening, I was awakened by the ringing of
In a sleepy grumpy voice I said hello. The party on the other
end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly
into a lengthy speech.
"Mom, this is Susan and I'm sorry I woke you up, but I had to
call because I'm going to be a little late getting home. See,
Dad's car has a flat but it's not my fault. Honest! I don't know
what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the
theatre. Please don't be mad, okay?"
Since I don't have any daughters, I knew the person had
mis-dialed. "I'm sorry dear, "I replied, "but you've reached the
wrong number. I don't have a daughter named Susan."
"Gosh, Mom, "came the young woman's voice, "I didn't think
you'd be this mad.