I got a call from a woman in her mid forties who told me her son had died the day before. For a moment, I actually felt bad. I wondered if I could even handle the call on the psychic line I was working. She said her two sons had been arguing while working a roofing job. One of them fell off the roof and died.
I braced myself, thinking she was going to ask me to channel his spirit or something equally bizarre. I was wrong. Without a pause, without even letting the gravity of that statement hang in the air, she rolled right into the real reason for her call.
“I met this man a while ago,” she said, “and he has yet to ask me out. I see him regularly and we talk all the time. Does he love me? Will he ever get the nerve to ask me out?”
I sat there amazed. Her son had died yesterday and she was asking me about whether some man might ask her on a date. No tears. No grief. No second thought about her dead son.
I stopped the call. I told her I had forgotten to take my medication and was feeling ill. I hung up.
She called back thirty minutes later. Not a single mention of her son’s death. All she wanted to talk about was how to get this man to take her out.
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