Megan takes my cell phone and dials a number she has written down on a little piece of paper. This is what I hear:
“Hello, my name is Megan Richins, and I’m a friend of your daughter, Macy. We sit next to each other on the school bus. Macy is your daughter, correct?”
“Well, the reason I’m calling is because I would like to make an arrangement for a play date with Macy. I thought that you and my mother could work this out. Would you like to speak to my mother?”
She hands me the phone.
“Uh, hi…,” the moms begin.