Earlier in the evening, I'd gotten a wrong-number call. After the caller apologized and hung up, he texted me to say sorry again. The last time that happened, my wrong-number caller kept calling until effectively confronted.
So an hour or two later, when the cell rang and displayed an unknown number, I cringed. Not knowing if it was the same guy, I answered. "Hello, this is *."
"*? This is 'Sam!'" My heart sank.
Oh. No. I have a stalker.
But he continued. "I am 'Faye's' husband, and we heard that you were sick, so she wanted to see how you are!"
Quick heart rebound. I know Faye. The reason he was calling was because she doesn't speak English. It's legit now. "Thank you!" I told him.
"We wanted to come to your flat, but we didn't know where it was!" This was probably a blessing, as I wasn't in much shape to receive guests. But it was a lovely thought.
"Maybe in the future I can explain to your wife or have a friend explain it." Next time I'm sick, I'll keep my cover-ups handy and anticipate the doorbell.
More thanks. More thoughtful comments. Wow. I've met his wife twice, and she's concerned about me. I was touched. This is the kind of relationship I want to have with my community, where I don't even have to rely on western friends to look out for me--even if it does mean playing hostess when I'm sick.
So an hour or two later, when the cell rang and displayed an unknown number, I cringed. Not knowing if it was the same guy, I answered. "Hello, this is *."
"*? This is 'Sam!'" My heart sank.
Oh. No. I have a stalker.
But he continued. "I am 'Faye's' husband, and we heard that you were sick, so she wanted to see how you are!"
Quick heart rebound. I know Faye. The reason he was calling was because she doesn't speak English. It's legit now. "Thank you!" I told him.
"We wanted to come to your flat, but we didn't know where it was!" This was probably a blessing, as I wasn't in much shape to receive guests. But it was a lovely thought.
"Maybe in the future I can explain to your wife or have a friend explain it." Next time I'm sick, I'll keep my cover-ups handy and anticipate the doorbell.
More thanks. More thoughtful comments. Wow. I've met his wife twice, and she's concerned about me. I was touched. This is the kind of relationship I want to have with my community, where I don't even have to rely on western friends to look out for me--even if it does mean playing hostess when I'm sick.
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Wow, that is so precious!
And I'm so sorry to hear you were sick! I hope it's over with now!
Much love,
me
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