"Who for f*cks sake calls at four thirty in the morning?" "I do." "Kyle, you are a dead man." "I know, but I had a question that couldn't wait." "..." "Miranda, you still there?" "I'm waiting." "Ah, what's your favorite food?" "You've got to be f*cking kidding me." "No?" "..." "Goodbye." a short story written in mostly in phone conversations