I’m not who you think I am

Some old lady calls me every few months and leaves a long message on my answering machine.  I’ve never been home to get her call to tell her I’m not the person she thinks she’s calling.  After this call, I think she thinks I’m Clara and I must be in a prayer chain or something.  I hope Martha gets better!  (She’s the one who sits in the back and wears the heavy glasses.)

These messages always make me laugh, and David was there when I picked up this one a couple of days ago.  When I listened to it later I realized I probably shouldn’t have been laughing so hard!

Old lady on the machine

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