One more week

My phone rings; a trip-hoppy ringtone reminiscent of Thievery Corporation.

“Hello?”

“No, I don’t want to.”
“Talk to Daddy”
“I want to talk on the puter”
“Here, talk to Daddy.”

*a few moments of static*

“Hello?”

“Hello?” I said, with a smile in my voice, “Hi Sullivan!”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Sullivan. Guess what! I’m going to see you in one week!”

“What?”

“Seven days; I’m going to see you in seven days. Then we’re going to get a big truck, put all your things in it, and we’re going to move you up here to Ithaca!”

“Ok. … Bye!”

“Bye, Sullivan. I love you.”

*a few moments of static, then the phone hangs up.*