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Venerd́, 02 Luglio, 2004 | Posted by Lionel Gerkin at 07:08

Telephone calls in the middle of the night always scare me. I don't know why. They just do. I just know that the Lottery people don't work at that hour of the day, so it's rarely going to be good news. I suppose they could be calling from the other side of the world. Although I don't think I have ever entered a lottery on the other side of the world.

Any way a telephone ringing is one of those sounds that is impossible to ignore. I remember reading somewhere that people would interrupt anything to answer the phone, including sex.

I had never heard Marie like that. It was also the first time she had ever called me "Dad".

I threw on my clothes and made one phone call before rushing over. I called the police.

As I lock the door I noticed the lights on in thefront room. I'd turn them off soon. There was no one there to keep awake. The phone had not interrupted anything like sex for me. I wasn't even dreaming about it.

Posted by Lionel Gerkin at 02.07.04 07:08 | TrackBack