![]() ![]() I listened to the air go in and out of her nose, in and out, in and out. She looked out now, wide eyes peering into the darkness, then quickly wrenched the curtains closed. Andelin had been kind enough to answer the phone in the living room, and I could see her through the window. I couldn't read people very well over the phone, but Mrs. "Who are you?" Her breathing was heavier now more scared, more angry. He looked both ways at every street, and he never talked to strangers." ![]() ![]() "You'll be pleased to know little Jordan walked straight home from day care-past the drugstore, down the street to the old red house, then around the corner and past the apartments and straight home to you. Is she scared? Is she taking this too calmly? I need to say more. Of course, what I had to say was pretty shocking regardless. The last one I'd called had thought I was from the PTA and talked to me for nearly a minute until I had to shout something shocking just to get her attention. So many mothers were like that, I'd learned: home alone all day, eager to talk, desperate for a conversation with anyone over the age of three. ![]() Some of them babbled on forever, and I could barely get a word in edgewise. I'd muffled the receiver with a sweater to mask my voice, and I wanted to make sure she could understand me. The phone rang four times before someone picked up. ![]()
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