The phone rang. That made twenty-two calls from my mother-in-law Virginia that afternoon. I knew because my phone counts how many times a particular number dials my house on a given day. My house phone is the only phone number Virginia remembers. No matter who she wants to call, she dials what was once her only child’s number. It doesn’t matter that he died in 2008.
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by Elaine Mansfield