In 2006 I have not returned the calls of: My mother A very good friend who I suspect has some news The couple friend The pregnant friend An old summertime friend A client
With each day turned into weekend, into week and sometimes into month, I grow more afraid of the voice on the other end of the line. My phone admonishes me with every ring.
I know why this happens. I am an icy telephone conversationalist. It takes me forty five minutes or longer to thaw into an ease of exchange. I could call for ten minutes maybe twenty, but its just like taking a frozen car to the grocery store, by the time I've warmed up I have to go.