I pick up the landline in the den when I see my mother's cell number on the caller ID. "I've been trying to call you," my mother says.
"I was outside with the dogs," I say. I actually still have their leashes in my hand, and a paper towel underfoot from trying to soak up another one of Meko's accidents.
"I've been trying to call you for an hour"
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