Re: Call: Emily / Eddie
[A quiet laugh.] I promise not to start with tacos. ...or tamales. [More to herself.] I think we have oatmeal... [Bare feet down stairs - faint but just able to be heard if he listens closely. One floor, two, and then through rooms that echo differently, even over the phone. Finally on speaker, set with a soft click on the kitchen counter, and the sound of her murmuring about something as cabinets are opened and closed. Refrigerator. And finally, the sound of cereal into a bowl.] Raisin bran.