The phone rings.  Even from Sorrento, Ma and Pa still need to keep check on us in case we do anything risky, like crossing the road or forgetting to breathe.  Conversation is made more interesting by a combination of poor line and poor ears.

“There’s something wrong with the internet here,” she shouts.  “We couldn’t get this week’s Jelly Chronicles.”

“I haven’t done one!” I yell back. “I’ve done nothing but work.”

I can hear Ma telling Pa that my computer doesn’t work.  I take a deep breath and have another go.  “I said ‘I’ve done nothing but work’.  It’s been really busy.  Can you hear me, mother?”  Click.

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