I
just got off the phone with Allison. We talked 4 minutes and 47 seconds. It was
really strange. I have no memories of talking on the phone with her, none. But
surely I must have. Surely I have, at some point, talked on the phone with her.
I mean, when I went away to college email wasn't common and texting simply didn't
exist. Did I just not communicate with her?
Perhaps
my anticipation of this surreality – of hearing her hear me, the surreality of
her understanding the entire conversation – was what made me wait so long to
call her. I don't know (and I have thought about it a lot). She's talked to my
mother; her husband Joe; her oldest son, Kyle. Our sisters, Jennifer and
Michelle, both called her the day her implant was turned on. Me, I wait 54
days.
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