On Sunday morning, Eric was once again woken by the telephone, but this time it was his cell phone that bleeped noisily from where it had landed on the living room floor. Eric had turned off the ringer on Lori's phone last night to prevent her from being upset by another threatening call. He must have been almost awake, he thought, or the sound of the signal, muffled by his discarded jeans wouldn't have roused him. He dropped a kiss on Lori's cheek and she didn't even stir, so he closed the bedroom door behind him and padded stark naked out into the living room to find his phone - after he unearthed his glasses.
Of course, the call had transferred to voice mail before he uncovered the damned thing. Annoyed, he dragged on yesterday's jeans without buttoning them and headed toward the kitch
