Phone call

I called mom. She was pissy, perhaps because I hadn't yet written her letter.

A.: Well, send me the details.
Mom: I've told you the details!
A.: Before you told me that I'd be expected to write a letter. I don't remember them.
Mom: I'll tell them to you tomorrow, when I imagine you might call? I mean, don't suppose Father's Day means anything to you?
A.: When is dad back [from NYC]? Is he coming back tomorrow.
Mom: Tomorrow night.
A.: Okay, talk to you then.