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Show tfoodworth/62 "I do so love having a bird feeder. I just wish I knew more about what birds there are - I wonder if your father remembered to fill the feeder? I asked him twice, but he's getting so vague, you know. You have to keep reminding him and reminding him. I hate to have to keep after him so, but otherwise nothing would ever get done." "You know, Mom, I was with a customer. And Bernie looked pretty pissed off that I had a phone call. Do you think I could call you back in about an hour?" "Oh, sure. Call me back. Call me when you have the time for your mother. Forget about the time I was always there for you. But I don't know. I may not be here. I may go out, or away. I may just go away some place, and not come back. So don't bother to call_.me back. Call your father. Get him away from his patients if you can. He certainly loves them. Tell him I hope they love him, too. You tell him this, Marty..." "Mom? Mom? Can you hold on a minute?" Marty has her finger on the hold button, her eyes on Bernie's secretary. What's her name? "But I don't know if the bread is done or not. The cookbook said to cook it for forty five minutes, and it's only been about twenty-five, but it is all buown on the top, and I can't tell if it is cooked in the middle without cutting into it, but if I do that, it will look all messy, and I wanted to save it to serve the bridge group. But if I don't cut into it, it may be all uncooked on the inside, and if I keep cooking it, then the top is going to get burned, and it may dry out on the inside..." "Mom? Mom? Can I put you on hold for a minute?" "So I took it out and turned the oven off, and now if I put |