It started innocently enough. A long-lost family friend of my wife found us through a recent
Wall Street Journal article I had the temerity to appear in. Damn you,
WSJ!
This friend did some searching, found my phone number, and called. When she asked to speak to my wife, I handed my phone -- read that carefully: I
handed my phone -- to my wife.
You can transfer a call from one iPhone to the next by using the Conference Call feature, but naïve me didn't think things through. I didn't realize what iPhone separation anxiety would feel like. So I just reached over and gave my wife my phone.