“Congrats Mom!” I chimed into the phone, “How long have you been married? Thirty-four years? Thirty-five?”
“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t had my coffee yet.” She tells me in annoyance, “Wayne, how long have we been married?”
“How old is Melissa?” I hear him yell in the background.
“What?!?” My mother yells back, “It’s our anniversary, not her birthday!”
“How old is she?” He hollers again; this time he sounds annoyed. From the sounds creaking I can tell he's sitting in his chair in the parlor.
“Thirty!” She shouts.
“Twenty-nine!” I correct indignantly.
“Close enough.” My mother scolds.
“Wheeeell let’s see…” my father drawls out, “That makes it we’ve been married twenty-eight years!”
“Wayne!” I hear my mother’s scandalized tones followed by my father’s mischievous cackle.
Then I hear his voice fading in song, presumably as he fleas my mother's admonishing gaze, “Oh when I was single my pockets would jingle. I’ll never be single again…”
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