“I stood there, twirling the knotted cord between my fingers. I danced around it, trying to act like it didn’t have my undivided attention. After an hour, I dialed the number. A voice answered, “Hello?” There was a lot I wanted to say. To explain. But more than that, I wanted to hear his voice. I stood there quietly. Silence settled over the line. Twenty seconds passed. Then thirty. When he finally spoke again, his voice was soft. “Are you safe?” I’d been discovered, so I reached to ...hang up the phone, then stopped short. I returned the phone to my ear. Stood there. After a while I managed a broken whisper. “Yes, sir.” I heard him sit down in the creaky chair in the kitchen. I could see him sitting with his elbows resting on the kitchen table, staring west out across the mountains. I could smell coffee from the percolator. He cleared his throat. His gentle words wrapped around me like velvet arms.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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