Zero History

his hands soon, between the two of them. You’ll need to keep me informed. Got a
phone?”
“No,” said Milgrim, “I left it in Paris.”
“Tweet me. Or call this number.”
“I’m glad about your leave.”
“Not a done deal yet. Let’s hope it works out. Watch out for yourself.” She hung up.
Milgrim replaced the weightless plastic handset in its recess on top of the phone,
causing a backlit white panel to go out.
He looked at the clock in the upper right corner of the screen. Jun was supposed to
arrive in a few hours. It wouldn’t yet be light out now. Wrapped in the MontBell, he went
back to the foam.