Friday night tree felling

The phone in my back pocket began to ring and vibrate. I let go of the rope with my left hand and tore the glove off with my teeth. Knowing the ring tone belonged to Becca, I answered it.

“Hi, baby,” I said.

“Hey, I’m finally finished here and headed back,” she started.

“Can I call you back?” I asked.

“Sure, you busy?”

“I’m tied to a tree we’re trying to cut down.”

“Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Friday night at my parents’ house,” I answered, hanging up the phone.

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