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He
listened
.
Not
a
sound
.
No
birds
.
No
cars
.
Only
his
heart
beating
.
Beat
and
pause
and
beat
again
.
His
face
ached
with
strain
.
The
wind
blew
gently
,
oh
so
gently
,
flapping
his
coat
.
"
Sh
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Listen
.
"
He
swayed
in
a
slow
cirde
,
turning
his
head
from
one
silent
house
to
another
.
She
’
ll
phone
more
and
more
numbers
,
he
thought
.
It
must
be
a
woman
.
Why
?
Only
a
woman
would
call
and
call
.
A
man
wouldn
’
t
.
A
man
’
s
independent
.
Did
I
phone
anyone
?
No
!
Never
thought
of
it
.
It
must
be
a
woman
.
It
has
to
be
,
by
God
!
Listen
.
Far
away
,
under
the
stars
,
a
phone
rang
.
He
ran
.
He
stopped
to
listen
.
The
ringing
,
soft
.
He
ran
a
few
more
steps
.
Louder
.
He
raced
down
an
alley
.
Louder
still
!
He
passed
six
houses
,
six
more
.
Much
louder
!
He
chose
a
house
and
its
door
was
locked
.
The
phone
rang
inside
.
"
Damn
you
!
"
He
jerked
the
doorknob
.
The
phone
screamed
.
