It was all Yellow

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I tried to call him yesterday, even though I knew he wouldn't answer. I guess part of me still believes he would. I'd done it yesterday and the day before. It's not surprising that I find myself again, with the yellow rotary phone in hand, dialing his number, only to hear the operator telling me my call couldn't be answered.
"I know" I'd say, and then hang up.

Then the next day I'd find myself at the phone again, picking it up, spinning the dial. I'd hear the familiar operator telling me my call wasn't connected.
"I know" (click)

The next day I did it again. The same time every day, I'd call him, trying to get a response. Id gotten a missed call from him around this time. I needed to call him back. I had to. The kids would ask me each day as the got off the school bus and rushed into the house, little shoes slapping against the hardwood ;
"Who are you trying to call, mama?"
"Grandpa "I'd tell them.
"He's not going to say anything, mama." They'd tell me with childish wisdom.
"I know" I'd say.

The day after that I picked it up again. I called the number I so badly wanted to hear from. As I was dialing, I heard a knock on the door. The phone was located in the foyer right next to the door. I opened it,  phone still in hand,still yet to dial. Mary Tyler Tulane from across the street was standing on the wrap -around porch.
"Mary!" I say, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"What a surprise! What brings you to my front door?"
"Oh Jane- Anne. I heard about your father. I'm so sorry!" She said, trying to sound concerned.
I set the phone down.
I knew she was just here for appearances. She was a little late. It had been months.
"Oh. Thank you." I smiled a sad smile.
She thrust a casserole dish at me.
"It's my mothers  recipe, taco casserole."
"Oh thank you! I appreciate it!"
"Oh it was nothing"
We said our goodbyes and I shut the door. Then I picked the phone back up.

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So guys! What do you think. This is the first of a few chapters in the Yellow Phone. It has yet to be edited so mind the grammar mistakes.

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