“I’m a big boy now,” I reminded her, being playful and making her laugh. I did love that sound. Mom had a great laugh. “Hey listen, is Dad around?”
“Sure, sure. Hold on.” She took a breath and didn’t even bother to cover the mouthpiece when she shouted. “Errol! Your son wants to speak to you!”
I winced and pulled the phone away from my ear. Christ, my mother was a character. I heard the rattle and click of my father picking up another extension and Mom hanging up.
“Hello, my son.” My dad’s voice was deep, a true bass that rumbled when he spoke. When I was a small child, I loved lying on his chest while he talked.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Uh oh,” Dad’s voice was playful. I heard the leather of his favorite chair squeak as he settled. “You only call me Daddy when something’s wrong. What’s up?”