The phone rang four times and then my mother’s answering machine picked up. I didn’t leave a message and just hung up. Mom called back shortly.
“Did you call?” she asked almost Omni presciently.
“Did dad get my cigarettes last night? I have two left,” I asked and said anxiously.
“Your father is at work dear,” my mother replied very matter-of-factly.
“Mom! It is Sunday! Dad is probably in his bedroom!” I said, laughing.
“Oh! My! I am all mixed up this morning,” my mother replied sounding confused. “Is it really Sunday?”
I laughed and laughed, and then mom got to laughing.
“Come over and get your cigarettes and cokes, hon,” she said. “I am so sorry. I better lay off the Xanax today.”
I want to add that mom was making a joke about the Xanax before the medication police get all in a stir. Wouldn’t want to give my anonymous commenter fodder.