A Phone Call In The Wee Hours

eCrush (groggy but strangely alert for 3:42 a.m.): What’s wrong?

Me (whispering): Couldn’t sleep so I taxied to the Lincoln Memorial. I’m sitting on the steps.

eCrush (with the patience born of adoring a crazy person): How is it?

Me (still whispering, because you know, it felt like I should): Just Abe and me. And he’s not saying much.

eCrush: You OK?

Me: Just thinking… About the country, my dad, dreams, sacrifice, hope. And tomorrow. I’m really thinking about tomorrow.

eCrush (in that way he has): I understand.

And the thing is, I really think he does.


3 Responses to “A Phone Call In The Wee Hours”

  1. LiLu Says:

    I love this.

  2. laura Says:

    You know I love you, but I think this is the time for me to say THANK YOU for not calling me at 3:42 in the morning. My husband also appreciates it. : ) And I also really love this post.

  3. kjohnsonesq Says:

    Laura: What? Hubby-poo doesn’t appreciate the hilarity of Drunk Dial Katherine? Or value the public service that was my “wake up — it’s time to go vote” text? Pfft.

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