“Ramona?” It was Willa Jean. “Willa Jean!” Ramona was astonished. “I didn’t know you knew how to dial.” “Uncle Hobart showed me,” explained Willa Jean. “Ramona, come back and play with me. Please. It’s lonesome here with Grandma.” Ramona felt sad and guilty. “I’m sorry, Willa Jean, I can’t. Maybe your Uncle Hobart will play with you.” “He’s not around much,” said Willa Jean. “He has a girlfriend, and anyway, he’s a grown-up.” “I know,” said Ramona, meaning she knew he was a grown-up, not that he had a girlfriend. “Good-bye.” Willa Jean, who had nothing more to say, hung up.
