The housekeeper was out food shopping and Donna was napping. Bobbie, in the kitchen sipping a cup of herbal tea, grabbed the phone before it rang a second time and woke up her mother.
“Hello?”
“I say, who’s this?” asked a deep, dark-chocolate voice.
“I live here. I think you’d better rephrase your question.”
“Oh, sorry, that sounded frightfully rude, didn’t it?”
Her ear picked up on the British inflection. “If that was your question, I guess I’d have to agree.”
A rumbling laugh, like French roast coffee in a percolator, tickled Bobbie’s ear.
“May we begin again? Good afternoon! Norman Stone here.”
Bobbie was smiling; his laughter was infectious. “And I’m Roberta Bloom.”
“It’s entirely possible I dialed a wrong number, Miss Bloom. I was trying to reach Mrs. Gross, Mrs. Benjamin Gross.”
Bobbie was beginning to enjoy this conversation. The owner of the magnificent voice must be a member of the Stone family Ben had mentioned. Their conversation thus far had created a delightful sensation just north of her knees.
“Mrs. Gross is my mother. She suffered a heart attack last week, and….”
“A heart attack!”
“Yes. She received a report that I had died,” Bobbie explained.
“Obviously a bit of an exaggeration,” Norman interjected.
Bobbie decided to ignore the wisecrack. “She just got home from the hospital yesterday. She’s taking a nap right now, but I can have her call you later.”
“My parents are hosting a seder next Friday evening, you see, and my mum asked me to call Mrs. Gross and find out whether their daughter will be able to attend.”
“Actually, there’re two daughters¾his and hers.”
Norman Stone chuckled.
“I know Michelle Gross, but I don’t believe we’ve met, Roberta. I say, will your mum be well enough to attend the seder?”
“She predicts very confidently that she will be there because she bought a new dress several weeks ago for the occasion.”
Norman’s laughter percolated again.
“I’ll tell my mum to expect all four of you. Are you as lovely as your voice?”
Smothering a smile, Bobbie cradled the phone next to her ear.
“Even lovelier, except for the glass eye and the five missing teeth.”
“Indeed! You sound like my kind of woman.”
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