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Show Woodworth/l65 Marty looks at the receiver in the darkness. This is her sister. This black, plastic, curved piece with a cup for speaking and a cup for hearing. All those little dots, like prison wire, keeping them from touching or seeing each other. The receiver is damp and hot as a fussy baby. "I'll go out there," she says, still holding the receiver away from her head. "I'll go out there right now, and see what's going on." "You will?" "Yeah. And I'll call you. I'll call you from there. No matter what. Ok?" The clarity of her plan comforts her. Gives her authority, control. She can almost see Megan nodding. "Ok," she says. "All right. You go to- bed, and try to get some sleep. Are you there alone?" "Un-huh." "Is that all right? Do you have anyone you can call to come over and keep you company?" "No. I'm all right." "Ok." She tries to think of something else to say. "Well, try to get some sleep," she finishes. She realizes that she has said that already, but doesn't want to hang up. "Ok," Megan says. "I will." "Ok. Good-bye, then." "Good-bye. Call me right away when you know." "I will." "Ok. Bye." "Bye." She waits to hear the click of Megan hanging up the phone, but hears her waiting, too. Breathing. So she hangs up slowly, listening for Megan's voice until the last second. |
