message arrived.
They said only the account holder can authorize service.
I didn’t respond.
A minute later:
Why are they saying your name?
There it was.
The moment everything clicked.
I could almost picture Mom standing in her cold kitchen, staring at the gas meter.
She had finally discovered whose name was attached to the bill.
Mine.
At 9:42, my phone rang again.
This time, Mom’s voice was completely different.
“You’re the account holder?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Three years.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t.”
