..ring..

"'ello?"

"is aaron there?"

"may i ask who's calling?"

"its amanda"

"you sound familiar"

"i went to school with aaron years ago"

"i think i remember you. aaron isn't here actually. when was the last time you saw aaron?"

"about two years ago i think"

"ah. well, he's at **** ******* right now. he had a stroke a few months back. and he's lost his left thigh due to paralysis.."

"oh god.. i'm sorry to hear that.."

"he's getting better though. he's getting out of rehab next tuesday, and he's coming to live here with us for a while. i'm sure he'd love to hear from you. where are you at now?"

"illinois"

"what are you up to?"

"nothing much. mostly just work"

"yeah, that's how it is. if you'd like, you can call him at rehab. the number is ***-****. you can catch him either in the morning or in the afternoon after his doctor's appointment, about 12:30 or so, which i guess would be about 11:30 your time, right?"

"yeah"

"so, you can catch him then if you get a chance. he'd love to hear from you."

"i'd love to hear from him too. its been a while. i best be going now. give aaron my love"

"i will. take care"

"i'll do my best. bye"

"bye"

..click.

<-- actual conversation that occurred between myself and a debtor's dad.

i was just doing my job when i called. spinning a web of lies in which to get information about a debtor and to verify his phone number and address.

i don't know who aaron is. i've never met him nor his father before. i never went to school with him. i don't live in illinois. yet i was serious when i told him to give aaron my love.

music: k's choice