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.