The (In)convenience of Call Waiting
“Any calls?” he asks, closing the front door. Damn! I think, wishing there was no such thing as call waiting. “Yes,” I answer, warily. “Well?” he says “What do you mean?” I say, squaring my shoulders. “What do you mean, what do I mean?” he says, his left eyebrow twitching,… Read More »The (In)convenience of Call Waiting