His phone went right to voice mail so I called his house and she answered.
She always answers.
"Oh hi! It's..."
She cut me off.
"Hey! Sorry, no, he's on a trip again..."
She kept talking but I got distracted by the kids screaming in the background.
The phone beeped a few times.
"Oh God! Kids! Why do they always grab it when I'm talking on it?"
"Anyway, he got the gift. It's amazing. And I know he meant to..."
I know, I know. Call to say "thanks," and "how much he loved it."
"Oh I know he's busy. Just glad it arrived safely," I told her, sighing.
She must have heard.
"If it's any consolation, he couldn't put it down. He had to bat the kids away from it."
"Oh good, well, you know, I was just cleaning out and I found it. Thought he'd get a kick out of it."
"Well, he really..."
"I'm sorry, I have to run, but when he's back I'll..."
I cut her off.
"Sure thing. Just tell him I love..."
She hung up.
My phone buzzed.
"Can't believe u saved my Rockets blanket. Mayb u'll sing me a little Stars Shining, 4 old times sake? Heh."
I texted back.
"Check your voice mail, son. Happy Birthday."