Real Conversations with Becky

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.

Becky:  What?

John:  How old is Jake Gyllenhaal?

Becky:  Uh, thirty.

John:  Huh.

Silence.

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...

Silence.

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.)