June 6/365 A Serial Complaint (3)

I want to go back to having Mary Jean, with her tight pin curls and pointed career-girl glasses, peer through the phone company’s window. She could set the world straight, and arrange for a couple of guys to be at Mom’s house pronto. And there would be a lemon sucker for the little girl, if she was very quiet and polite. That’s the way it should work.

NOTE: Yesterday, Spectrum, a cable company that replaced Time/Warner in the upstate market, discovered that Mom could indeed be helped, if she would only agree to accept their “internet assist” package. The Spirit moved, Mom agreed, and she should have a readable phone soon. My sister moved mountains, one damn rock at a time.