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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 268 of 307 arm and ribs raged. I held the note 'in my hands and scanned it over and over with unbelieving eyes. It boiled down to this. "I'm gone. I love you." The "I love you" did not count precisely because she was gone. It boiled down to this: "I'm gone." I realized I had to call Steve. I needed to let him know that Cox had met his just rewards and that Sariah, as he still called her, had fled me. I picked up the Steve-phone. It wouldn't -turn on. Shit. Klaus had a small and manly brown blow dryer under his sink. I plugged it in and turned it on low. I was able to set it so that the air nozel hung toward the toilet seat cover from the tank. I set the Steve phone beneath a gentle stream of warm air, created by the low setting on the dryer. I picked up Klaus's landline to call Steve. My hand shivered above the dial. Total Nitwit Nephi. Those words were the three words that ran through my head when I realized that I did not know his phone number. Total Nitwit Nephi does not actually have anyone's phone number memorized anymore. People change their phone numbers like hairstyles these days. I just plug them into the address book of whatever phone I happen to be using that week and bingo Bob's your |