I squared my shoulders, putting my thoughts back in order. "Right. This raises all sorts of possibilities. I have to know ---did I just get a call from some wacko? Or is something really out there? Do you have a story to tell about something really out there? Do you have a story to tell about something that isn't supposed to exist? Call me." I put on Concrete Blonde while I waited.
The light on the phone showing an incoming call flashed before the song's first bass chord sounded. I wasn't sure I anyone to call . If I could keep making jokes, I could pretend that everything was normal.
I picked up the phone. "Hold, please," I said and waited for the song to end. I took a few deep breaths, half-hoping that maybe the caller just wanted to hear some Pearl Jam.
"All right. Betty here."
"Hi ---I think I know what that guy's talking about. You know how they say that wolves have been extinct around here for over fifty years? Wel --- my folks have a cabin up in Netherland, and I swear I've heard wolves howling around there. Every summer I've heard them . I called the wildlife people about it once, but they just told me
