At 8:30 this morning, the phone rang. A quick look at the caller ID gave me no information at all. It said, ‘out of area.’ Normally when I see that, I don’t bother picking it up & I just let it go over to voicemail. 90% of the time, ‘out of area’ means it’s someone trying to sell me something I don’t want. This time, though, I was curious. No one calls at 8:30 on a Saturday morning. Not with any good news, anyway. I picked up the phone.
“Can I speak to Stephen?”
“Who is this?”
“Delilah.” That’s not the name she gave but I don’t remember what it was. I do know there was no last name, nor a company name. Just the first name. That’s when the conversation became fun. (Hey, I’ve said it millions of times before – I am easily amused.)
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to go with, “He doesn’t live here.” or “He’s away at school.” I went with the school one.
“When would be a good time to find him at home?”
“Oh, in about a year and a half.”
“Do you have a number he can be reached at?”
“Sure do but it’s in Rome.” It seems she didn’t want to make an international phone call so that was the end of the conversation. I’m betting she didn’t expect that one.
Hey there delilah what’s it like in New York city….can’t get that song out of my head now……
It does seem odd that all 3 of our mothers were born the same year. I’m sure someone who followed numerology or some other oddity would find a connection.