The Evidence Speaks For Itself. And Apparently For Val.

Once again, Val has an impersonator.

This morning The Pony was in the midst of his morning toilette, brushing his teeth, washing his face, but most certainly NOT trimming his SIDEBURN…when he burst out of the bathroom, demanding, “WHAT?”

That is not like The Pony. He’s a placid fellow. Plodding along like a plow horse in a straw hat with holes cut out for his ears. But this morning he seemed exasperated.

“What do you mean, WHAT!”

“What did you want?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“You called me.”

“No I did not. I was in the kitchen, putting on lotion. I don’t need anything. I coughed. Cleared my throat.”

“No. I didn’t even hear that. You called me.”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Hm.” The Pony went back to putting on his face.

On the way to school I asked him, in our way, me looking in the rearview mirror to make eye contact, talking over my shoulder, him tap tap tapping at his laptop, “So…when you hear your name called in the house, is it a whisper, or just said?”

“It’s a yell. Like you always holler to me to get something.”

“Huh. Dad said the same thing. Something is throwing my voice!”

“Uh huh. I tried to tell you. It sounds just like you. I've gotten to where I usually don't answer unless you call me twice. Then I KNOW it's you.”

“That explains why you've seemed inattentive. The time I heard my name, it sounded like Grandma. And it was kind of harsh. Like she was chastising me, or needed to get my attention. ‘VAL!’ Like that.”

“Yeah. Now maybe you’ll believe me.”

Maybe I will. I do not think I care for this sincerest form of flattery.

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Now don’t you worry about Val.

Here. Have a listen to this old Randy Travis song, “Whisper My Name.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_32OqcywBAA