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The phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hello?” A familiar female voice.

“Yes, hello?”

“Hello?” the female voice repeats. It sounds like my mom. But why does she keep saying Hello?

With some impatience, I say, “Mom?!”

There’s a pause.

The female voice continues, but it isn’t quite as familiar any more, the way a few opening notes on the radio might sound like a song you remember, but five seconds later you realize, no, this isn’t even a song, it’s a cheese commercial. And the voice says, with a sort of alarmed but cautious in a responding-to-a-perceived-threat tone, “I think I have the wrong number.”

I laughed aloud. What a terrible shock for a woman, to call a wrong number and have someone address you as “Mom.”