Moments flying through the timeline...
Dad had started calling several times a day out of loneliness, I guess. He still had mom, but maybe they had run out of things to talk about. The phone rang, and my wife handed it to me, playfully shaking her head. She had already talked to him about nothing at all three times today. I sighed and took the phone, not even trying to hide the annoyance in my voice. He sensed it and cut the call short, and I felt guilty the rest of the night for not humoring him like I usually did. I tried to imagine myself in his shoes, and called him back to chat about the damn weather.