A Surprising Phone Call

The phone rang. In the midst of e-mailing a client, I stop to answer. “This is Catherine.”

“Hi Catherine.”

Pause.

Is a voice I should recognize? “Hi?”

“I’m actually calling because I was wondering how to get out of the second basement in A Link to the Past?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, this isn’t a Nintento help hotline.”

“I’m really calling about that date for a show that we discussed,” he explained. (We talked about recruiting them for our summer outing.)

“Sure you are.”

But we did get to talking. I couldn’t believe the boy I kissed & ran from last night was actually calling. He talked about how I must get up so early… and he only does when he drives his 10-year-old brother to school. For some reason, this statement made me think of something else he said last night — he doesn’t drink.

Doesn’t drink. No job. Young little brother. Is this kid even 21?

“Um, I have to go, I’m in the middle of work. Sorry. Will call about that date, ok?”

“Uh, ok.”

And, once again, I ran away.