At 2:18 a.m. the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, knowing full well it couldn't be anyone I know. All the people I know have others they would contact first in an emergency. Unless the emergency revolved around them both or involved falling out of bed or maybe a kidnapping (giving or receiving). Or if it were closer to the holidays, Melissa up into the wee hours of the night making cookies and accidentally clocking Chris with a cookie tray and she's too drunk to take him to the hospital herself.
It was no one I knew. So of course I didn't answer. 607 area code, "York, New St" it said. NOT ANSWERING YOU. Person waits through the answering machine message. Hangs up.
Calls again. Leaves a message this time. I hear something that actually sounds like my name. I go listen, slightly intrigued but knowing deep down I will soon be angry. The message: some female looking for Stephanie McLean. DELETE. ANGRY.
About 20 minutes later? AGAIN! Different number, still says something like "York, New State." I answer. YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER, I enunciate. I wait for an apology.
I wait in vain.
A moment later, they hang up.
I wait and M*A*S*H for sleep, about two hours.
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