|Pop with Mom in background this |
summer getting ready to leave for a bike ride.
Dad abruptly says goodbye. He's irritated, I can tell. He's half way through a good story and now the last part will have to wait. The ending will be ruined when he has to rehash the whole thing next time we talk.
In my imagination, I see my pop press the button to hang up.
Then he walks out to the car and gives my mother her cell phone back. She tucks the phone in her handbag.
They drive off.