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"
There
wasn
’
t
anyone
on
the
other
end
of
that
call
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Maybe
a
pole
blew
down
somewhere
and
the
phone
rang
by
itself
.
"
But
hadn
’
t
he
heard
a
click
,
which
meant
someone
had
hung
up
far
away
?
He
stood
in
the
hall
the
rest
of
the
night
.
"
Not
because
of
the
phone
,
"
he
told
himself
.
"
I
just
haven
’
t
anything
else
to
do
.
"
He
listened
to
his
watch
tick
.
"
She
won
’
t
phone
back
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
won
’
t
ever
call
a
number
that
didn
’
t
answer
.
She
’
s
probably
dialing
other
houses
in
town
right
now
!
And
here
I
sit
—
Wait
a
minute
!
"
He
laughed
.
"
Why
do
I
keep
saying
«
she
»
?
"
He
blinked
.
"
It
could
as
easily
be
a
«
he
,
»
couldn
’
t
it
?
"
His
heart
slowed
.
He
felt
very
cold
and
hollow
.
He
wanted
very
much
for
it
to
be
a
"
she
.
"
He
walked
out
of
the
house
and
stood
in
the
center
of
the
early
,
dim
morning
street
.
