ly home on sunday but this week she was going to a big golf game and i was all alone in the house．i was mad at mom for divorcing dad． i kept looking at the telephone until i couldn’t stand it any longer．i picked up the receiver and dialed dad’s number over in bakersfield．i even remembered to dial 1 first because it was long distance．“you promised to phone me this week but you didn’t,” i said, feeling i had to talk to him． “take it easy, kid,” he said．“i just didn’t get around to it．i was going to call this evening．the week isn’t over yet．” i thought about that．
