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THE MORNING LIGHT PEEKS AROUND the window shades. The night seemed endless, and my rehearsal of my call to Millie inexpedient. I let the dial go and listen to the phone click into the connection.
“Residence,” Hannah says.
That’s the way they answer at the house where Millie lives. They do it so that a caller knows right off the bat it’s not a business, like Joe’s Garage or something. But I don’t believe it does any good. Someone looking for Joe’s Garage isn’t just going to say “sorry” and hang up. No one thinks that fast. He’s going to say “Joe’s Garage?” And then what is Hannah going to say? Will she say, “No, you fool, this is a residence. Weren’t you listening?” Of course she won’t. She’s going to say, “No. I’m sorry. You have the wrong number.” So, she might as well have just said
