I told him. I turned it off. That means that if you need your mama in this world, you are going to have to call the landline. Remember the cord that could reach down the hall into the bedroom and we'd make crank calls pretending like we were a radio station and someone had called in their birthday. I still laugh when I think about Aunt Maxine saying,
"Well, it's not my birthday."
"Well, this is for when it's your birthday," I'd say and Kim would giggle.
She allowed us to sing.
Today I am grateful for a landline and Aunt Maxine.
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