I had seen 2 missed calls on my phone that early Monday morning – From the same number.
I called back and the voice at the other end had asked me to identify myself.
“I am returning your call” I calmly volunteered.
A momentary hesitation and then, ‘Ohhhhhhh, Oshhhh’ he screamed.
‘This is ABC.
How are you ?
I got your digits from XYZ when I ran into him last week.
How is your Mum ?
I remember your sister too. She went to one of those girl’s schools.
Ohhhhhhh, yeah and your younger brother.’
A friend I last saw about 40 years ago. No one seemed to have a clue where he was before now.
He’s still the same old restless, talkative guy.
I caught my breath eventually and reeled out answers to his many endless questions.
“My Mum’s late and so is that Sis of mine” I informed him.
‘I lost my big brother too’ he swiftly responded.
‘I was fifty years old three months ago’ he concluded.
“How’s your family ?” I asked.
“Wife and kids.”
A brief silence and then an answer.
‘No wife or kids yet ooooo’ he said.
‘When we see we’ll talk more about it’ he also said.
We exchanged further pleasantries and moved on.
What the f.ck ?
Life can sometimes be an arsehole.
I’m still in shock.