“Mom, c’mere.”

“What Will?”  I responded, thinking, I am here, but knowing that I am not there unless I was looking right at him.

“Mom.”

“Will, I am listening.  I cannot take my eyes off the road.  Go ahead.”

“Talkies for Rich?”

“You’re going to use them with Mr. Solito?”

“No. Not.”

“Are you talking about the Walkie-talkies?”

“Ya.  With Rich?”

“What? Are you going to take them to Edmunds with you?”

“No, No, No.”

“When are you going to use them?”

“Rich …”

“Does Rich have a set of Walkie Talkies?”

“No, a radio.”

“You want a radio to go along with the Walkie Talkies?”

“Yah.”

“Does Rich have a radio?”

“No.”

“But you need one?”

“Ya.”

“So you can radio to him when you go to work?”

“No.”

Are you going to show him your Walkie Talkies today?”

“Mom,” he said signaling the end of the conversation.

I continued driving.  I wonder what he was trying to tell me.