Clara came walking into the room holding something up to her ear. “Hello,” she said cheerily. I turned and started to respond, but she waved an apology and pointed at the phone held up to her ear. “I’m on the phone…” she mouthed quietly. I folded my hands in my lap and waited for the predictable nonsense that I knew was coming. “Oh!” She said, turning away. “You are at the beach! That’s great!” She looked towards me again, holding a hand over the device. She whispered softly, “They are at the beach.” “Yes, I heard,” I said stoically. “Could you tell them tha-” “Just a second,” she cut me off. “My Dad is talking.” She held her phone out in front of her…