A Phone Call to the Swedish Aunt

A Phone Call to the Swedish Aunt

We went to the central post office with our dad, to congratulate my grandma’s sister, living in Sweden, on her birthday. We had booked a time in advance. We waited for our turn, and we ran when the clerk announced the start of our five allowed minutes, to find our spot from a maze of phone booths.

Our aunt was startled to hear us, thinking we had eloped to the West.

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