CHAPTER 13Mara snapped out of the static-induced trance brought on by the voice from the radio and reached for the telephone on the counter. She stared down at the face of the rotary dial and paused for a second. Placing a call on this thing drove her crazy. She glanced around the counter for her cell phone and didn’t see it. It was probably across the room in her jacket pocket. Too flustered and frustrated to get it, she stuck a finger into the dial and tried to remember Ping’s number. She pulled her finger in a semicircle and released the dial. Clickity-clickity-click. The dial spun back up so the finger holes lined up with the numbers on its face. Mara groaned. One number down, only nine more to dial. How did people live like this? She poked another number and dragged the dial down. Cli
