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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 37 из 138” Like now. A while back, though, Michael turned me on to Kona coffee from Hawaii, and I’ve been loving it. I get it over at Oren’s Daily Roast on 58th Street.
Michael’s particular about his coffee but not really in a snobbish way. The only reason he doesn’t like Starbucks, he says, is due to the “laptop losers” who treat the place like their own personal office and hog all the seating. One morning I saw him go a little nuclear on a guy who was using two chairs for just his knapsack.
Sipping a cup of Kona in my kitchen, I try to get a handle on the growing weirdness of the past few days. Is that even the right word for it, I wonder? Weirdness?
Maybe there’s more to this than I realize. Or maybe it’s the opposite, and I’m overreacting.
Or maybe I’m simply thinking about it too much. It’s not as if I have a solution to make it stop.
I’m weighing that last possibility when the phone rings.
It’s awfully early for someone to be calling. The caller ID says “Operator.” Strange.
I pick up. “Hello?”
The operator sounds close to being a recording without actually being one. “I have a collect call from Kristin Burns. Will you accept the charges?”
Clearly the coffee hasn’t kicked in yet because I could’ve sworn she said a collect call from Kristin Burns.
“I’m sorry, who’s calling?”
“This is the operator.”
That part I got.
“No, I mean, who’s trying to call me?” I ask.
“Hold on a second, please.” There’s a click on the line, and she’s gone for a few seconds before returning. “It’s Kristin Burns,” she says.
Is this some type of joke?
“Michael, is that you?” I ask.
There’s another click, and I wait.
But the operator doesn’t come back.
No one does.
The line goes dead.
I guess Kristin Burns doesn’t want to talk to me after all.
Chapter 29
I’M NOT SURE WHAT to think after that phone call except that I really don’t feel like hanging around my apartment. Maybe because I’m shaking and I can’t make it stop.
As for the word weirdness to describe what’s going on, it’s officially far too mild a term.
At times like this, as if there’s ever been a time like this before in my life, I try to think of a bigger picture. For example. One second the whole universe was smaller than the head of a pin. The next second it was billions of times larger than the Earth.
Michael’s particular about his coffee but not really in a snobbish way. The only reason he doesn’t like Starbucks, he says, is due to the “laptop losers” who treat the place like their own personal office and hog all the seating. One morning I saw him go a little nuclear on a guy who was using two chairs for just his knapsack.
Sipping a cup of Kona in my kitchen, I try to get a handle on the growing weirdness of the past few days. Is that even the right word for it, I wonder? Weirdness?
Maybe there’s more to this than I realize. Or maybe it’s the opposite, and I’m overreacting.
Or maybe I’m simply thinking about it too much. It’s not as if I have a solution to make it stop.
I’m weighing that last possibility when the phone rings.
It’s awfully early for someone to be calling. The caller ID says “Operator.” Strange.
I pick up. “Hello?”
The operator sounds close to being a recording without actually being one. “I have a collect call from Kristin Burns. Will you accept the charges?”
Clearly the coffee hasn’t kicked in yet because I could’ve sworn she said a collect call from Kristin Burns.
“I’m sorry, who’s calling?”
“This is the operator.”
That part I got.
“No, I mean, who’s trying to call me?” I ask.
“Hold on a second, please.” There’s a click on the line, and she’s gone for a few seconds before returning. “It’s Kristin Burns,” she says.
Is this some type of joke?
“Michael, is that you?” I ask.
There’s another click, and I wait.
But the operator doesn’t come back.
No one does.
The line goes dead.
I guess Kristin Burns doesn’t want to talk to me after all.
Chapter 29
I’M NOT SURE WHAT to think after that phone call except that I really don’t feel like hanging around my apartment. Maybe because I’m shaking and I can’t make it stop.
As for the word weirdness to describe what’s going on, it’s officially far too mild a term.
At times like this, as if there’s ever been a time like this before in my life, I try to think of a bigger picture. For example. One second the whole universe was smaller than the head of a pin. The next second it was billions of times larger than the Earth.