typical office setting
sound of generic ringtone, then frantic rummaging through bag.
daughter: mom?
mom: aren't you working? why are you answering the phone?
daughter: why are you calling me?
mom: are you okay? isn't there a blackout?
daughter: that was two days ago. for an hour. and it wasn't near me.
mom: oh. i was worried.
daughter: how did you hear about it?
mom: it was on the radio.
daughter: korean radio?
mom: yes.
daughter: figures. it's old news.
mom: well i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
daughter: okay bye mom.
mom: bye, don't forget...take care of yo...love....
click.
daughter feels lousy.
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