An antibiotic left Mama almost deaf at 92.
Long distance I call about my son’s report card.
“He’s playing the recorder? Wonderful!”
More misinterpretations follow.
Frustrated, I yell, “I love you!”
She answers, “I love you, too.”
We have that: three words rattling at the bottom of the pill bottle.
Beth Tillman has learned not to rely on the word count tool in her document production software to give her fifty. Some things can’t be delegated.