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He
heaved
a
porch
chair
through
a
parlor
window
,
leaped
in
after
it
.
Before
he
even
touched
the
phone
,
it
was
silent
.
He
stalked
through
the
house
then
and
broke
mirrors
,
tore
down
drapes
,
and
kicked
in
the
kitchen
stove
.
Finally
,
exhausted
,
he
picked
up
the
thin
directory
which
listed
every
phone
on
Mars
.
Fifty
thousand
names
.
He
started
with
number
one
.
Amelia
Ames
.
He
dialed
her
number
in
New
Chicago
,
one
hundred
miles
over
the
dead
sea
.
No
answer
.
Number
two
lived
in
New
New
York
,
five
thousand
miles
across
the
blue
mountains
.
No
answer
.
He
called
three
,
four
,
five
,
six
,
seven
,
eight
,
his
fingers
jerking
,
unable
to
grip
the
receiver
.
