Birdie called, finally, last night. After three weeks of no contact. He arrived in Fayettenam and found a land line. When I say “no contact,” I don’t mean to say he hasn’t called others. Just not his Pop. Wrong gender.
I think I’ll smack the snot out of the little twerp next time I see him for not calling his old man any sooner!
Nah. He might slap back.