The following story took place–and was originally written–in May of 2005. I was enrolled in a summer program at my university, and my only class began at noon. My afternoons, evenings, and late nights were spent painting murals in model homes in an attempt to squirrel away money for my upcoming semester in Europe. I kept late hours and spent all of my daytime hours working, so sleeping late each morning was necessary for me at the time.
8:00 A.M.
My cell phone rings. The landline in my dorm rings, twice. Growling, I answer the call. I expect to hear my mother again, trying to help me to scout for affordable airfare, but I wonder why she chose this morning to break our understood rule about early morning phone calls.
I barely pick up the phone before I hear screaming, or what, according to my early morning perception of the world, sounds like it. It is my mother, and she is apparently in a fit of hysterics that’s not about airfare.
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