Kathryn
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“Hello. Ms. Gordon? Kathryn? This is Kyle. Heather’s friend.”
Kyle’s crisp voice traveled through the phone. Kathryn still used a landline and had found a funky turquoise rotary telephone at an antique store.
Antique, my foot.
Since when was thirty years ago “antique”?
Kathryn was perfectly willing to be Retro. And even Funky. But not Antique.
“Yes, of course I know you, Kyle. What’s up? I don’t think you’ve ever called this line before. Are you looking for Heather? She’s grocery shopping.” Kathryn’s heart fluttered happily. Maybe they’ll get back together again.
“No, ma’am. I just . . . I have something to tell you but . . .”
Kathryn pinched her eyes together, suspicious.
“I’m listening,” she said.
“A couple days ago, Heather contacted me about going on a trip togeth
