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I moved it. “Three, right?”<br />
“Right, but you got the two on the way.”<br />
<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
I bit my tongue and started to count in my head. When I got to twenty, she said, “Okay, it's<br />
reset.”<br />
It took six tries. After the fifth try, the phone locked itself and we had to wait for ten tense<br />
minutes until it unlocked itself. Security is awesome.<br />
“Okay, you've done it,” she said. I could barely feel my hands.<br />
“Who do we call first?”<br />
“My mom,” she said. “She knows a crapload of lawyers.”<br />
It took more fumbling to press the button that brought up the dialer and then an eternity to<br />
get her mom's number keyed in correctly. At least the dialer let me press the backspace<br />
button when I screwed up.<br />
“You've done it!” she said, loud enough that people in the other seats shifted and looked<br />
around. I closed my hand around my phone, trying to hide it without inadvertently pressing<br />
any of the buttons. We waited until everyone had gone back to their solitary misery and<br />
then I said, “Okay how do we do this?”<br />
“Do what?”<br />
“I'm going to call your mom, right? How are you going to talk to her from up there, when<br />
the phone is down here?”<br />
“Oh.”<br />
“Yeah.”<br />
“How high can you get your arms?”<br />
I tried. It actually felt good to lift them some, working the kinks out of my shoulder blades,<br />
but I was left wishing I'd gone to more yoga classes with Ange. The woman -- I still didn't<br />
know her name, isn't that funny? -- shifted behind me, and I felt her prod the call button<br />
with her nose or tongue, and then my fingertips tingled with the sound of the phone ringing.<br />
From where I sat, I saw several of my fellow prisoners watching with expressions ranging<br />
from bemusement to delight to fear. I heard/felt someone answer, a kind of buzz-buzz?<br />
that my fingers translated as Hello? and then the girl whispered, “Mama,” and started to<br />
talk in a low, urgent whisper, speaking a language I didn't know -- Arabic, I guess? Is that<br />
what they speak in Egypt?<br />
The bus was brightly lit, but we had been locked in it for ages -- hours, it felt like -- since the<br />
last prisoners were brought in. Surely the guard at the front was half asleep or bored stupid,<br />
or maybe he was stupid to begin with. Either way, I felt a welcome sense of superiority.<br />
They might be heavily armed, they might be able to arrest us and stick us in their plastic<br />
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