The phone rang just before 7:30 this morning. Early enough to get me out of bed and a bit blurry still. Who calls at this time? Very odd.
Grandma, this is your grandson. I’m over here for the wedding of my friend Fred. Grandma I need to talk to you. This is something I don’t want anyone else to know.
Where are you?
Here in Atlanta.
Can you go on e-mail?
I don’t have my phone with me right now.
Gradually I’m waking up; something doesn’t sound right, and when I say:
Wait a minute, I don’t have any grandsons with an American accent!
the line goes dead, and I hang up.
And the number on the phone says New York.