I paid big money to the contractor. He built me a telephone. Part of his head became bald in the process. The leftover tubes went towards future inventions. He wouldn’t tell me about them. I asked for a discount and he laughed. He said, “Is there something specific you want to tell your friends when you finally talk to them?” Everyday Yeah said he wanted to be the first to call me and ran down to the pay phone in the lobby. I remembered our lobby is a hangout for heroin addicts, but decided not to warn him. I said, “Open a window. Talk to the part of your head that hurts the most.” A week later no one had called. I visited some of the buildings I forgot existed. I ignored the three women at the front desk and figured they’d go back to work. I thought, “Maybe I will make a cup of coffee.” All they had was hot chocolate. I started to poor out some liquid. A telephone started ringing, I thought it was an old friend who gave me their favorite sweater, but one of the women answered and didn’t hand me the phone. They didn’t know my story. They didn’t know I had stolen the sweater. When I got home I let the phone ring even though it wasn’t ringing.