I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it and read the incoming call from MOM.
I was skeptical as usual.
I connected the call but did not speak. I heard a dull static on the other end.
“Hello?” came the voice of my mom.
Well it wasn’t a tracer, I thought.
I grunted and gave a deliberately monotone “Hello mom” in skilled defense of the tone-modelers.
It didn’t matter, I thought. They already have my register.
“Where are you mom?” I asked dully and rolled my eyes, reluctantly relaxing and relinquishing my voice.
“I’m where I always am” the voice replied as it always did.
Sigh…it still doesn’t cease to irritate after all these years.
“Great, and why are you calling?” I quickened as I checked my watch. There was really no way around it…
“To tell you what I always do”
“And what’s that?” I sighed