Love On The Line

Love on the LineSince I chatted on the phone with my friend Andy almost daily during the summer of 1974, when I dialed his number that particular August afternoon, it was unthinkingly--by rote.But instead of a ring at his end, there was silence. And when a voice did suddenly sound on the line, it wasn't Andy's sandpapery growl but plush velvet. Inexplicably, I seemed to have hooked up with Jacqueline Bisset or, at the very least, her sister."Like a kangaroo," she was saying. "This...