Every few days, one of us would call the other.
We would talk about family, my husband, Michael, or whatever happened to be going on that week.
Sometimes, she shared stories about her garden.
Other times, I updated her on work or told her about a recipe I had tried.
We were not friends, exactly, but we had settled into a routine that seemed comfortable enough.
That afternoon felt no different.
We chatted for nearly 20 minutes, laughed a little, wished each other a good day, and said our goodbyes.
I was just about to end the call when I realized the line was still connected.
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