“Hi Dad. It’s Katie.”
“Oh, Rita’s friend,” Dad says, “When are you coming over next?”
“In two weeks. For Thanksgiving,” I reply.
“I’m sure I’ll be dead by then,” he says.
“You better not be. I’m buying you a new lift chair this week. Mum’s going to come over and measure you,” I say.
“Make sure you explain it’s not for a box,” he replies.
“I need you to push the emergency button on your wrist. We’re supposed to test it every month,” I say.
“Why? What’ll happen?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” I reply.
Dad pushes the button and the phone line goes dead.
I call back but it’s busy so I keep trying until it goes through.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Everything,” he says, “Even a floating hand with toilet paper appeared. I don’t know what it was going to do.”
“You can hear it from Sooke too,” he says, “And it even had me talk to Rita for a few minutes.”