The nicest conversation

Speaking of June Carter, her step-daughter told this anecdote at her funeral a few years ago:

“Many years ago, I was sitting with June in the living room at home and the phone rang. She picked it up and started talking to someone, and after several minutes I wandered off to another room, as it seemed she was deep in conversation. I came back 10 or 15 minutes later and she was still completely engrossed. I was sitting in the kitchen when she finally hung up, a good 20 minutes later. She had a big smile on her face and she said, “I just had the NICEST conversation,” and she started telling me about this other woman’s life, her children, that she had just lost her father, where she lived, and on and on… I said, “Well, June, who was it?” and she said, “Why, honey, it was a wrong number.”

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