Lucy
February, 2000
The phone rang.The phone rang?The phone rang again."Are those things supposed to ring?" the woman in the seat next to me asked."I don't think so," I said.We were 35,000 feet above the upper Mississippi Valley. It was that funny little credit-card phone that nestles in the seat back. It rang again."Should you pick it up, or should I?" the woman next to me asked with a wry smile. She was almost young, still pretty, wearing a navy blue suit with a short skirt revealing...
