Wednesday December 16, the small hours
Until 3 a.m. the cottage was at peace. Everyone was asleep,
as befits the middle of the night.
What does not fit in with nocturnal peace and quiet is the
loud ring of the house phone, situated strategically on Cleo’s side of the bed.
While Gary buried his head in his pillow and told Cleo to ignore the ring, Cleo
put her night light on, sat up in bed and answered it.