The Caller
He leaves garbled, incoherent messages punctuated by long pauses and throat-clearing on the answering machine. It’s an elderly man with the wrong number. I stand next to the telephone, but I don’t pick up.
“He sure is persistent,” I joke to my husband, Brad, the third time the phone rings. The caller ID displays the name: Leo Something-or-Other. I don’t know a Leo.
On the third try, though, Leo’s halting message booms clear across the kitchen. I hear it from my seat on the bar stool:
“Well, the phone book here says this is the number for a Michelle DeRusha.” Leo pauses, breathing heavily. “But I guess it’s not…okay then…” He hangs up, clattering loudly over the answering machine.
“Oh, no!” I yelp to Brad. “He’s trying to reach me! Why is a man named Leo trying to reach me?”
...I'm telling my story about Leo over at The High Calling today. Will you meet me over there?
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Hey, the links aren't taking me to the rest of the story. I'd love to read it!
Oh, my, I have a lump in my throat! What a dear man!
Linda
What a great post, there is so much to be said about the seeds that we plant.
Thanks for this, I needed it.
It was so good to see your name on my blog today -- I've missed you. Let's visit one another more often, all right? And now I'm off to see about this Leo character!
It was so good to see your name on my blog today -- I've missed you. Let's visit one another more often, all right? And now I'm off to see about this Leo character!
Hey, the links aren't taking me to the rest of the story. I'd love to read it!