“Windy Point Transportation, how may I direct your call?”
I’m not sure how she so often manages to call me as I crest the halfway point to the city on my drive into work. When she does, this is how I answer, in my best nasal phone-operator voice.
“Hello, yes, I’d like to speak with Morgan Davis, please.”
“I’ll put you right through.”
I juggle the turns and toggle the volume and chat with my girl as the miles pass between us. She asks what I’ve got to do today. I ask what Specials she has. She asks what time I’ll pick her up. I ask if she’s ready to head out the door. She asks if I’m running late. I ask if she remembered to pack her books or her homework.
She promises to call at least one more time. I promise to answer.
We chat again along about the ten-minutes-from-work mark and we run through any of the same questions that were forgotten earlier. I tell her how the weather is. She tells me what the dogs are up to. I tell her how beautiful the sky looks. She tells me what her dad is doing. I tell her how the traffic is. She tells me to have a great day. I tell her the same. We share at least a dozen “I love you”s.
Then we hang up.
I turn the music back on and put both hands to the wheel.
Moments later, a single chime. That’s the first text:
A second goes by; another chime sounds. That’s the second text:
As I pull into work, I let her know I am safe. As she leaves for school, she lets me know that I’m loved.
I am participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC18) hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write each day in March as part of an international writing community. I appreciate any comments, especially those that
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