Saturday, March 28, 2009

25

On the phone with Allison who is in the process of crossing the US-Canadian border. She is on foot and in line when her phone suddenly disconnects. I wait and she calls me back, it takes a few minutes. She says she didn't realize it had happened and had continued talking though I wasn't there. I tell her I understand because sometimes I'm so quiet. My mind flashes with so many incidents in which my being too quiet had a negative impact. She starts talking again and doesn't stop even though I purposefully stop talking to see if she'd notice. She gets to the border and tells me I have to hold on while she passes through a metal detector, she says I love you and puts the phone in one of those trays. A few seconds later she picks it up and she's in Canada, she tells me she's cold, which is something she always says.

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