we don't answer the phone at our house.
too many junk calls. the phone rings twice, or four times, and the answering machine picks up.
sometimes, recently, in the silence that precedes a hang-up, i half-expect to hear a familiar voice: "hi, guys, it's joan. are you there?"
that's what she always said, and it always prompted us to pick up.
now, though, there's only silence, and the answering machine goes back to waiting.
waiting.
2 comments:
heeey ... you changed this post. I was gonna ask what it is you're waiting for.
ya know kid, these joan postings are good stuff. the kind of stuff novels are made of.
~bon
i think the answer to your question is, "waiting to hear that familiar voice." i miss hearing it. she's been gone 7 months, but she's still a significant presence at our house.
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