1:11 a.m. and the landline rings.
My heart in my throat, I get up and stumble across the room.
Dear god. What fresh hell is this?
"Hello!" A chirpy robo voice chirps. "This is a call from Drug Free America!"
Someone's smoking crack and it ain't me.
Good morning from Lloyd where pancakes are being made.
I think we're going to go down to the Marine Specimen's Lab in a little while. I'm going to knock wood and hope that the Sunday Curse has been broken.
Love...Ms. Moon
Good morning, Mary. Knocking wood with you, and even singing a tune. Have fun with the divine babies.
ReplyDeleteInsane! Someone must have set the robo-calling computer wrong.
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