Who Calls From Ohio?
Finally she tweezed out the worst of them. Eyebrows—why did one side go gray—not even gray; white—before the other, and why were the white hairs twice as long? In her bathroom you had to stand bent with your head tilted even to seem them. But if you bent you saw them all right.
The phone rang. Her ringer sounded like a doctor’s office. Like she was getting called into a doctor’s office. The call was from Ohio. At least her phone showed caller ID before you flipped it open. Otherwise it was like carrying a piece of Chernobyl in your purse. She held the phone upside down, away from her face, and tapped up the volume. She didn’t know anyone in Ohio.
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