My uncle called yesterday. We had this weird, unclish conversation:
HIM: Hi. May I talk to your mom, Eva*?
ME: She's not there, and its Edith by the way.
HIM: Oh. How is going for you?
ME:Fine (Oh uncle, if only you could notice that each time you asked me this question, I mean, EVERY SINGLE TIME WE ARE TALKING together, the answer is always and
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