I was asleep, alone in my room in the darkness of night. My mother, who had been dead for several years, appeared in the doorway. Was I asleep, was I awake? I cannot say. She looked at me and said, “It’s your father.”
By now I was surely awake, and checked the clock. 4 AM. It would be midnight in California. My logical brain said, “Don’t be silly. You can call in the morning.” And so I waited.
At 7 AM Pacific time I dialed my father’s number. He answered.
“How are you?” I asked. “Fine,” he said.