
My daughter, Clara, called just after 8:00 on a Thursday morning.
I was standing on a ladder, scooping wet leaves out of my gutters when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Morning, Dad.”

My daughter, Clara, called just after 8:00 on a Thursday morning.
I was standing on a ladder, scooping wet leaves out of my gutters when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Morning, Dad.”