At exactly on that winter afternoon, I watched my father lift the phone receiver, and when he heard “Number please?” he suavely asked for the long-distance operator. We heard him explain that he wanted to call
, he gave Ethel’s phone number, and he hung up. The air was full of nervous tension for the next half hour. Then our phone
rang and an operator said “I have your party on the line.” Los
And what news warranted all of that? Was Ethel getting married? Divorced? Sorry, but I never found out. At that point I was sent out of the room. And anyhow, I'd had enough excitement for one day.