Prompt sentence: “Do they have a phone?”
Scene: husband and I getting
Reacquainted after nephew…like
A son…(“Junior”) finally found his
Feet, left our comfy domicile (free).
Neither of us speak about him, dare
Not admit we miss his company.
While I’m happy for less laundry
Husband is listening to quieter
Music of his contemporaries.
We sit down to dinner, just us…
Our conversation suffers loss
Which never was the case before…
We’re in our own thoughts.
Husband compliments the meal
I sigh half-heartedly.
He asks again where Junior’s
Place is… ‘near university?’
I nod, note roommates…three…
Wonder if any is adept, culinarily.
Husband: ‘pizza delivery…and
Hitting the books; he’d better be’.
‘He’ll be fine,’ I say assuredly.
Husband puts down his fork
Looks at me directly…
Asks, “Do they have a phone?”
I can’t help laughing, he’s stuck
In dark ages, very old-school.
“Hon, they all have their own…
Don’t worry, he promised to call me.”
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