The phone's ringing in the living room, dad's in the adjacent kitchen but his hands are full. Mom's in the sewing room adjacent to that doing goodness knows what.
Dad says, "Phone's ringing."
"What?"
"The phone."
"Scarlet will get it."
"Scarlet's not going to get it, she can't hear it."
Even more annoying than overhearing this exchange is the still-ringing phone, so in defeat I just run out to get it. I pick up and hear the sound of the other person hanging up.
Sigh.
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