Petal’s grandma rang to say she was returning the lovely message from her granddaughter. I had no idea any call had been made.
You see, Petal has a memory like steel trap and she has memorised her grandmother’s phone number. All eight digits.
In between colouring-in, watching SpongeBob or playing with Barbie, she has taken to making secret phone calls to her grandma.
The messages my mother returns to hear go like this:
Hi Gangi…
Yes, I’m fine…
I told you, I’m fine…
Okay, I’d better go now…
Bye-bye, love you…
CIick.
Or sometimes it’s:
Hi Gangi…
Yes, I’m fine…
I’m never having a boyfriend ever again…
Bye-bye, love you…
Click.
It’s seems Petal is using her grandma’s answering service as a (self) help-line.
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