The Unexpected

April 21, 2009

Thirty-five minutes after He left the house, the phone rang. That’s not unusual.  She walked toward it, wondering what he had forgotten and mentally rerouting her commute to work to include a detour to, and brief stop at, the University.  She picked up the phone and said, “Good-morning, my love.”

He said: “Good, you’re still home.  How are you?”

She said: “My nose is running and I can’t catch it.”

He said: “Why would you want it back?”

She said: “Good point.”

He asked: “Other than that how do you feel?”

She said: “I’m shivering, my eyes itch, my throat hurts and I’ve developed a cough.”

He said: “Doesn’t sound like such a pretty picture.”  (And She just now got the joke.)

She said: “It sounds worse than it is.  I don’t really feel sick.  I’m not headachy or feverish or tired.”

He said: “I thought you were feverish this morning.  You were shivering but felt warm. Are you staying home today?”

She said:  “No.  I’m just about ready for work.  Why? What do you need?”

He said: “Huh?”

She said:  “What do you need?  Why did you call?”

He said:  “I called to make sure you’re okay.”

And she was charmed all over again.

About the author

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest and is currently working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.

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