She stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes. The phone began to ring mid-wash. She placed the plate she washing back down into the soapy water. She turned on the cold water to rinse her hands. She used the towel that was laid out on the counter to dry her hands. She walked across the kitchen, picked up her teacup from the kitchen table and continued to the phone on the wall. It had rang a number of times from the time it first rang and she was surprised the person calling kept ringing.
She answered, “Hello.”
“Sara?” a man said with a French accent
Sara dropped her teacup and it smashed on the tile floor. She said nothing.
“Sara, it’s Joque,” the man on the other line continued.
Sara stood there flabbergasted, staring blankly at the wall and more silence followed.
“Are you there?” the voice wondered.
More silence.
“Sara, are your there?” he pursued.
Sara forced her herself to say something. “Yes,” Sara finally responded.
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