– I don’t know.
Then huskily laughs as she turns
to sit on her quaint little couch
plopping her feet up with her knees bent
she feigns innocence as she retorts
– I told you, I don’t know.
She raises her lanky arm
over her forehead and
closes her eyes
bursting in hysterical laughter
she flings out her arm and
sits straight up like a shot
– You’ll do what? Do it. I dare you.
Her eyebrow is raised in wicked delight
she slowly lies back down
propping one hand behind her head
– Um…that will be the day.
Her eyes suddenly narrows and
with that round-the-way twang
she taunts loudly
– For the last time, he’s not here. And until you
start acting like a father, stop calling
him your son!
With an abrupt fling, the phone flies
to the other side of the quaint little couch
she stares aimlessly until a small voice interrupts
There is silence
She turns to the little figure
bearing the biggest brown eyes
and graceful long lashes
– What baby?
– Who was that?
– Umm…wrong number.