Several months have gone by since my last conversation with Eleanor. With nothing but memories and a creepy voicemail message to remind me of her, I must admit that Eleanor had begun to slip from my mind. Until today. I was in the middle of trying to get honey out of my pants when the phone rang.
YES! It was she! Eleanor doth return!
“ELEANOR!” I yelled into the phone.
“Susan, I can’t make it out next weekend. I-“
“No Eleanor, it’s not Susan. You’ve called this number before. It’s the wrong number! Do you remember? How are you?”
“… Peggy? Can you put Susan on the line?”
Oh Eleanor. How I’ve missed you.