Claire B

Introverted Extrovert. Die Hard Seeker of Truth. Traveler. Foodie. #ForThePeople
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[Netflix @netflix]

Who spent all weekend with these two??

NEMESIS, starring Y'lan Noel and Matthew Law, is now playing.

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@Popeyes As expensive as you've become, the service should be better. Store #13244 is the absolute worse. I have to repeat my order multiple times and they seem to have an issue with providing condiments. Am I supposed to eat tenders without sauce? No more.

[JP Attueyi @jpattueyi]

Every Sunday at exactly 3:17 p.m., my father called me.

Not 3:15.
Not 3:20.
3:17.

It started a month after he retired.

At first, I thought it was boredom. Then habit. Then aging.

But it never changed.

If I picked up, he’d say the same thing:

“Are you home?”

If I said yes, he’d reply, “Good. Just checking,” and hang up.

If I said no, there’d be a pause.

Then he’d say, “Alright. Call me when you’re back.”

That was it.

No small talk. No updates. No “how are you?”

Just… checking.

My wife thought it was sweet.

I thought it was strange.

One Sunday, I decided not to answer.

I was home. I just let it ring.

At 3:18 p.m., he called again.

I ignored it.

At 3:19 p.m., my wife’s phone rang.

She frowned. “It’s your dad.”

I gestured for her not to answer.

The phone stopped.

At 3:21 p.m., the landline rang.

No one even has that number.

We stared at it.

It stopped after five rings.

At 3:24 p.m., someone knocked on the door.

Three sharp knocks.

Not aggressive.

Precise.

I opened it.

My father stood there.

Calm. Neatly dressed. Slightly out of breath.

“Why didn’t you answer?” he asked.

“I was busy.”

He looked past me into the living room.

“You’re home.”

“Yes.”

He nodded slowly.

Then said something he’d never said before.

“Good.”

And he left.

That night, I drove to his house.

I needed to understand.

He lived alone since my mother passed. Same house I grew up in. Same curtains.

He opened the door before I knocked.

“You came,” he said.

“Dad, why do you call every Sunday?”

He studied me for a moment.

“Come in.”

We sat at the dining table.

He didn’t speak immediately. He rarely does.

Finally, he stood up and walked to a locked drawer in the hallway.

He pulled out a thin folder.

Inside were newspaper clippings.

House fires.

Robberies.

Gas leaks.

Carbon monoxide deaths.

All circled in red.

“Every single one,” he said quietly, “happened on a Sunday afternoon.”

I blinked. “That doesn’t mean..”

He held up a hand.

“When your mother died, I was in the garden.”

I swallowed.

“I was ten feet away. Ten feet. She called once. I didn’t hear her.”

Silence stretched between us.

“I promised myself,” he continued, “that if something ever happened to you, I would not be in the garden.”

My chest tightened.

“So you call me to make sure I’m alive?”

He looked at me steadily.

“No.”

A long pause.

“I call to make sure you answer.”

I frowned. “What’s the difference?”

He leaned back in his chair.

“If you answer, I know you can.”

The words didn’t land immediately.

Then they did.

“If you couldn’t answer,” he continued calmly, “I would already be driving.”

My stomach dropped.

“You’ve been ready to come over every Sunday?”

“Yes.”

“Even when I said I wasn’t home?”

He nodded.

“I wait ten minutes. Then I check.”

A cold realization crept up my spine.

“Dad… how many times have you come?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked toward the window.

“Six.”

Six Sundays.

Six times he drove to my house.

Six times he must have stood outside.

Watching.

Making sure.

I tried to laugh it off.

“That’s extreme.”

He didn’t smile.

“You think emergencies schedule appointments?”

We sat there in heavy silence.

Then I asked the question that had been building all evening.

“Why 3:17?”

For the first time, his composure cracked.

“That’s the time on the hospital clock,” he said softly, “when they told me she was gone.”

The air left my lungs.

He wasn’t checking on me.

He was trying to outrun a minute.

Every Sunday.

For years.

I drove home that night differently.

The following Sunday at 3:16 p.m., my phone was in my hand.

At 3:17, it rang.

I answered on the first vibration.

“Hi Dad.”

There was a pause.

Then, for the first time ever, he said something new.

“I know.”

And he hung up.

[Ally Sammarco @Ally_Sammarco]

The more educated a population is, the less Republicans there are. That says everything you need to know.

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

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[Not Your Average Liberal @NotAvgLiberal]

Trump signs a bill reclassifying Nursing as “Not A Professional Degree” for College Students.

All you nurses out there who voted for Trump….

Congratulations.

You voted for this shit.

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@PTSportsFix

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@heyshipz 😂

[george @StokeyyG2]

These are the scenes as the Haiti players, staff and fans find out they’ve qualified for their first World Cup in 51 YEARS…

What an achievement for them all.👏❤️🇭�

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@RatedRnB Only 4 Me
To My Bed
Questions

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@RozaayLove C- Come Together ( ft H.E.R)
L - Liquor
A - All I Want (ft. Tyga)
I - I Wanna Be
R - Red Flags
E - Early 2K (ft Tank)

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@iamdieforyouuu Hershey Kiss

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@sepril23NG I want

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

@BENNY7GG @chrisbrown

[Karine Jean-Pierre @K_JeanPierre]

We Stand With Letitia James.

[Brad @BraddrofliT]

What if we gave teachers $50k signing bonuses, $100k salaries, and $60k in student loan forgiveness.

You know, the same as ICE gets.

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

Gabe is not a good challenger. You went against Jonna?! #thechallege41

[Claire B @MsClairebear88]

He is who he thinks he is! CB fan for life. #chrisbrown #BreezyBowIXX

[Pop Core @TheePopCore]

Biggest Touring Artists for the month of August 2025 (Via Billboard Boxscore):

[Kristy Greenberg @KGreenberg_]

MAGA: Why didn’t you complain when Biden didn’t release the Epstein files?

For good reason. Releasing the files could’ve jeopardized DOJ’s case vs. Maxwell. But in September 2024, Maxwell lost her appeal. A retrial is unlikely. Nothing stops Trump from releasing the files now.