My neighborhood growing up

My neighborhood growing up
19th Street, Port Townsend

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Number Please....

Went running to the phone this early a.m. as no one calls me at that time of the morning.  Oh dear, it's Mary.  What could be the problem?  Is Jake okay?  I answer.... no one answers.
HELLO!  HELLO!  Mary  ...Mary...HELLO!  What's wrong?  MARY?  HELLO!

I hear babytalk.

Mary comes on the line.

Mom?  Oh sorry.  Jake got a hold of my phone and he must have called you.

Grandma laughs and laughs and laughs.  And heaves a sigh of relief.

Looking forward to the day when he actually calls to talk.  I love being a grandma!

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