Familiar things II

My mom always had an open front door policy when we were growing up. Our friends were welcome any time. Many hours were spent on the phone with friends and boyfriends with my back up against this door. The phone was right on the inside of it and had a long cord, enabling me to take the earpiece and sit outside with the door almost shut, yacking away about who did what and he said, she said and I love you's. It never occurred to me that little ears could be just on the other side, listening, which now I'm finding out they did.