I'm sitting in my parents' living room yesterday when I hear my phone ring in the other room. It's the ringtone I have set for our family only, and Mom and Dad are right here so...
Becky: It must be John!
I jump up to get my phone out of my purse. Mom and Dad follow me.
Becky: What's up?
John: Hey, what are you doing?
Becky: I'm at the house, talking to Mom and Dad.
John: Oh, well --
Phone goes dead.
Becky: John. John?
Mom: If you guys need to talk in private, we'll leave.
Becky: No, it's not that --
Mom and Dad leave the room anyway. John's voice comes back on the line.
John: [unintelligible] Jake Gyllenhaal.
John: How old is Jake Gyllenhaal?
Becky: Uh, thirty.
John: And he's dating Taylor Swift?
Becky: Was. They broke up.
John: Huh. Must be an old tabloid then.
More silence. Then I hear him say to someone in the background, "He's thirty! And they broke up!"
John: How old is Taylor Swift?
Becky: She just turned twenty-one.
John reports this information to whomever he's talking to.
John (deeply contemplating): Taylor Swift...
John: Don't you think that's...WEIRD?!
Becky: You have no idea.
After a couple of more minutes, we say goodbye. I go back into the living room. My parents have heard only the numbers "thirty" and "twenty-one" from my side of the conversation.
Dad: Was that about Jake Gyllenhaal and Taylor Swift?
Becky: Yes. Yes, it was.
This has been a real conversation with Becky.
(And to the surprise of no one, no, Jake did not win the Golden Globe last night.)