the library. He came back three hours later, and when I asked what book he got, he said they didn’t have it.
Another evening, I came into the kitchen and he was on the house phone, the old landline we never used anymore. He hung up so fast he almost dropped it.
“Who was that?”
“Nobody. Wrong number.”
“You were talking to a wrong number?”
“They were asking for somebody. I told them they had the wrong number.”
He went upstairs. I looked at the phone for a long time.
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