Chapter Forty-six
After another silent pause, I said good-bye and quietly replaced the phone receiver in its cradle. Marly shot me a wild questioning look and pointed at her watch. I had no idea what was happening with our show. Should I take a caller? Was it time to run an ad? I turned up the sound on my cans. Marly could sense I was lost. Never one to let dead air take over, she picked up a flyer and mentioned an upcoming poetry slam while I gathered my wits about me. I scanned the log, found the few remaining commercial carts, and loaded them in order with the top-of-the-hour ID in last. Marly signed off and I hit the “Play” button. The show was over, and I made sure our mics were off.
She opened the door between us. “Hello. Anybody in there?”
“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t mess up too
