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ANNA
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SUNDAY, AUGUST 18, 2013
EARLY MORNING
I hurl the phone over the fence, as far as I can; it lands somewhere on the
edge of the scree at the top of the embankment. I think I can hear it
rolling down towards the track. I think I can still hear her voice. Hi. It’s
me. Leave a message. I think I might be hearing her voice for a long time
to come.
He’s at the bottom of the stairs by the time I get back to the house.
He’s watching me, blinking, bleary-eyed, struggling out of sleep.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I say, but I can hear the tremor in my voice.
“What were you doing outside?”
“I thought I heard someone,” I tell him. “Something woke me. I
couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“The phone rang,” he says, rubbing his eyes.
I clasp my hands together to stop them shaking. “What? What
phone?”
“The phone.” He’s looking at me as though I’m insane. “The phone
rang. Someone called and hung up.”
“Oh. I don’t know. I don’t know who that was.”
He laughs. “Of course you don’t. Are you all right?” He comes across
to me and puts his arms around my waist. “You’re being weird.” He
holds me for a bit, his head bowed against my chest. “You should’ve
woken me if you heard something,” he says. “You shouldn’t be going out
there on your own. That’s my job.”
“I’m fine,” I say, but I have to clench my jaw to stop my teeth from
chattering. He kisses my lips, pushes his tongue into my mouth.
“Let’s go back to bed,” he says.