I was going to ignore the buzzing in my pocket, but when Beverly turned and looked at me with an annoyed expression on her face, I knew I should probably pick it up.
Mom is calling...
"Who is it?" Beverly asks not taking her eyes off the screen in front of her.
"My mom... I guess I'll go take this." I rush out of my room and press answer.
"Claire, I didn't think you were gonna answer." My mother says.
"It's Richie, not Claire." I sigh. Of course she wanted to call my sister instead of me.
"Oh, h- Ric- How ar-" Her phone kept cutting out.
"You're connection is bad mom, where are you?" I question.
"Is this better?" She asks.
"Yeah." I sigh at my technology challenged mother.
"Oh, look who's here. Say hi to dad!" She enthusiastically says.
"Hi dad." I mutter.
"How are you?" I hear the booming voice of my father through the phone.
"Not bad." I simply say.
That's the deepest talk we'll ever have.
"Well, I guess I should get going. I meant to call Claire, sorry about that." My mother explains.
"It's fine, bye-" The sound of my mom hanging up interrupted me.
My own mother doesn't even want to talk to me.
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