(Actually, I don’t know what you say when you’re on the phone with your broker, because I don’t have enough money to have a broker – or rather, I’m spending the money I could give to a broker on fripperies like paying down the student loans).
Anyway, Margaret was certainly having a Very Important conversation on the “phone.”*
In the middle, though, she had a dropped call** and had to redial.
When she got her interlocutor back, she spoke firmly to them.
She is, however, of the opinion that that sort of thing needs some privacy, so she walked away from prying eyes. And ears.
*Known to most of us as a orange teething ring, but let’s not quibble. For Margaret, anything is a phone. When she gets to her granparents’ house, she makes a beeline for the tv room and commandeers the remote to play the part of a phone.
** Her parents are particularly cruel, and don’t get her a very good phone plan, sadly. Partially because the plans available for orange teething rings are fairly limited.
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