A Phone Call

Here is something funny. Yesterday morning my brother called from his cell phone. He is in Myrtle Beach on vacation. After talking a few minutes, he tells me he is on the pier fishing.

"Is your husband's sister down here, by any chance?" he asks.

"Yes, she's there on vacation, too, but I don't know where."

"I thought that was her," he said. He went on to describe her and the boys. He hasn't seen my sister-in-law in about eight years.

"That's them," I said. "How far away from you are they?"

"About 20 feet," he said. "They're on the pier fishing, too."

"Take her the telephone and hand it to her and tell she has a call," I said. "See what she says."

In hardly a breath I heard my brother say, "Excuse me, I have a phone call for you."

"What?" I heard my sister-in-law, Jennifer, say. I was relieved it was actually her and not some stranger. "Who?"

"It's your sister-in-law," my brother said.

"What?" Jennifer said again, then, "Loren!" she exclaimed, which is my brother's name.

I was laughing so hard I could hardly answer when she took the phone. "I didn't recognize him," she said. I tried to stop laughing long enough to tell her everything was fine. My brother came back on the line and said goodbye; I suppose they chatted briefly then.

I thought it was hilarious. And it was so good to laugh that hard.