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Talking?

“Do you wanna keep playing?” I asked. I was in the pool, hanging off the sides and relishing the cooling touch of the water.

“I think I’ll play one more song.” Tyler told me.

“Alright, then do you mind if I put you on speaker?” I questioned, knowing that he hated being able to hear himself through the phone.

“Go ahead.” He said. I did and as he began playing a new song I pushed off the side of the pool and floated towards the house. Aunt Cheri walked out then.

“What’re you listening to, baby girl?” She asked, sitting down.

“That’s Tyler. He’s playing the piano…” I responded.

“He’s good…” She said and I nodded. “But… you’d rather acutally talk?”
“I’m glad you know me, Aunt.” I laughed.
“Rose?” I heard.

“Yeah?” I called towards the phone, swimming over to hear what Tyler was saying.

“Is that your Aunt? My dad wants to talk to her…” He told me.

“Okay, have him call her house.” I said and gave him the number as I refrained from laughing at my aunt wiggle her eyebrows.

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