All around me telephones ring. Mine. Yours. Hers. His.
But they did make me wonder. Who is it that has the rights to my attention? Is it the person that sits before me? or is it the person who calls me on my phone?
I resented it, sure, when my father was pulled away on a call, but years later I found myself just as dedicated to the phone as he.
So here I was with Emily who just didn’t answer the phone. And she seemed so at ease with the outcome.