When my dad calls to tell me that someone died, I almost never answer. He leaves a message asking me to call back but doesn't wonder how I'm doing.
The mother's day call is the same. It's always about nothing and he doesn't make jokes, doesn't laugh at mine. Last weekend I told him about Copenhagen, how all Danes dress and look the same. He said it's because aliens probably live there.
On the phone, I wait for him to say it. Then just as we're saying goodbye, Oh, by the way. I wanted to tell you.
