"I know who it is."
"I haven't called you in a while."
"It's not like I get calls here all the time. The phone's tossed in a box
under the bed."
"It is? Why?"
"I hate the light on it. Can I get a phone without a light and about a
thousand other things I don't need and will never want? No. It fills the room
at night. I tossed it under the bed."
"Always one for unambiguous decisions and courses of action, that's my
Alma."
"You called to tell me that?"
"Nope. Want to have lunch later this week? We haven't been to the
garden cafe since last spring or anywhere else together in months. I was
thinking of that this morning. It's so pretty there and the food's great.
We ought to go. And catch up on ourselves."
"You called to ask that?"
"That and something else. You want to meet at the cafe?"
"Name the day. Your schedule's tighter than mine."
"Thursday."
"Right."
"One-thirty? It's kind of late, but that's my slot for the day."
"You're lucky to get one. In fact, it probably won't be there by Thursday."
"You sound like I've asked you to lunch before. If you get too hungry,
start before I show."
"Just be there, Molly."