I realized the next morning that I never looked at my phone the day before. I checked for messages and was surprised when there was one from an unknown number.
“Hi, um, I’m not sure whose number this is. I’m sorry. I saw your flyer about the photo album. The picture looks like my parents. And I am missing some stuff from the tsunami. If you could give me a call back, I’d really appreciate it. Oh, um, this is Lane.”
Well, damn. Sawyer’s flyers did the trick.
I called the number back and left a voicemail for Lane. I spent the rest of the day wondering about her and her parents. While I waited for her to return my call, I worked on Anderson’s boards and got supplies to make another one for me.
The phone rang late that afternoon and I jumped at it. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Kapena?”
“It is.
