The title is misleading, of course, because “conversation” indicates some back and forth, and usually when my crazy mama calls it’s an awful lot of her yacking while I uncomfortably mumble “mmm hmmm” and look for an excuse to hang up.
“I just got the biggest kiss of my life from Dr. Portero” Dr. Portero, I recall, was my sister’s pediatrician.
“Yes! I’d gone to the gynecologist and he left a note there for me to come over and see him. He’s in that same complex.”
“He said he was so sorry to hear we had lost your sister and he had tried to call me and came down the street he thought I lived on.”
“Strange…” I said, and thought to myself, “probably untrue”
“Anyway, I’ve got a job now! Part time working with him, half days starting Monday!”
“That’s great!” I said, placing an internal bet with myself that she would never even start this imaginary job.
“And I’m gonna fuck his brains out!”
“He said he would take me wherever I wanted to go! Even to Armenia!” (I’m hoping that Armenia is Dr. Portero’s home country and not Mom’s idea of a trip abroad)
“And his dick was so hard you could break bricks with it! I felt it when he kissed…”
“Ugh..I’ve gotta go.”
“Ok honey, mama loves you!”