Saturday, March 04, 2006
The phone works better than a gun
Though the vultures attacked on many fronts, the telephone was the weapon of choice for my mother's victimization. I usually checked her caller-id when I visited; lists of numbers with unfamiliar area codes predominated. I would ask, "Who is calling you?" Her reply -- "..just a bunch of telemarketers." Me: "You don't talk to them do you?" Her: "Oh, no. I just tell them to leave me alone." Uneasy though it made me, I accepted her answer, still in denial about the extent to which my mother would lie to me. Too bad I didn't look up those odd area codes -- they were in Canada.
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