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The phone on the mahogany side table didn’t just ring; it shrieked.
There was a long, confused silence on the line. "I... I have to check with my manager," the voice stammered.
Brenda checked her calendar. "Ooh, seven days? Can we do six? I have a dentist appointment next Tuesday and I really don't want to die with a cavity. It’s embarrassing."
The line went dead. Brenda shrugged, tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, missed, and watched as a pale, soggy hand reached out from under the sofa to catch it. "Nice catch," she said.