I called my husband after getting his message; catching him at the airport just before his plane took off. “When are you getting home?” I asked.
“Tomorrow night after 10pm.”
“I thought you had jury duty tomorrow.”
“No, I have it on Thursday.”
“Where are you going?”
“Minneapolis.”
Pause . . .
“Where are you right now?”
“Chicago.”
“Oh.”
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