Tempo dos mais novos: uma histórinha para começar a semana (24º excerto)
«... pretty insistently, too.
"I'm sorry, I realize I don't know you I've seen you on this bus for a few weeks now, and I was wondering can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. As many as you want."
"Why is it that you never answer your cell phone? I mean, if you don't want to answer it, why don't you just turn it off and save its charge?"
"Ah. Well, it's not a cell phone. And, I'm afraid I don't know how to turn it off."
"It's not a..." a look of concern dropped over her face as I pulled it out. She had a pretty face, beautifully decorated with a look of puzzlement. She finally managed to ask "Then, uh, what is it?"
"It's a..." I almost told her what I thought it was, but I realized that saying it out loud would be like showing off a 'bikini inspector' tee shirt or a 'free moustache rides' button. God help me, I just started talking to her. I was as surprised as she was when it turned out to be mostly true!
"I don't really know what it is. It was my Grandfather's. I've been carrying it around, trying to figure it out." I held it out to her and it started ringing frantically. "I think it likes you," I added, trying to be helpful.
"God" she muttered, looking it over. At her touch, it went totally apeshit, going off like a fire alarm...»