Gender Confusion

I was slouched on the couch engrossed in a Bryce Courtney novel when the phone rang.

“It’s somebody Devankoep,” said my daughter handing me the portable phone displaying the unfamiliar name.

I pressed the talk button “Hello.”

“Hello, this is Tilly Devankoep. I’m calling from the Women’s Guild at the school. We need servers for Friday evening. Is your wife there?”

“I’m it.”

“Oh you like serving too?”

“No, I’m the the wife. I’m a woman.”

“Okay. Could you help us out Friday?”