January 31, 2016

“The telephone rang. The telephone never rang. The telephone sat on the wall in the hallway between the kitchen and dining room. Mother, father, sister, brother, and I stood in front of it. The telephone moved upon its hook. It rang loudly. Its shrill brrrring sound echoed down the hallway. Upstairs, grandmother shrieked that the telephone was ringing. Grandmother loved the telephone although she was not allowed to use it. Grandfather mumbled about the telephone. He had difficulty understanding the difference between speaking on the telephone and to a person standing in front of him.”

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