“Would you call Nanna for me?” my mother asks but it’s not a question.
“I’ve got homework,” I say.
“It’ll just take a minute,” she says. Mom is in the kitchen getting dinner ready but that’s not the reason she wants me to call. She’s already talked to her mother a dozen times today and it’s my turn.
“I don’t know what to say to her.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just ask how she is.”
So I dial Nanna’s number, Glendale 82978, and she picks up on the first ring. ‘Hi, Nanna. How are you?”