Ring/buzz/trill. “Hello?” “Hey Dad.” “Hey!  It’s my number one son!  How’s it going?” “Good, Dad.  Good.” “And how are all my grandbabies?” Gentle chuckle.  “They’re fine.” “And my daughter-in-law?” “She’s good.” “Planted the next seed yet?” Another chuckle.  “Not just yet.  The baby’s only a few months old, figured I’d give her break.  Maybe have …

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