"Did you call her?"

 

     "I'd already aologized." 

     "Honey, I am very far away." 

     I roused myself again, a nineteenth wind.  Oriana unscrewed the thetmos of elixir--black coffee.  I smelled it and realized there were an ocean of storm-tossed satelittes plopping around up there and yes, YES!  I CALLED HER. 

     "DID SHE?" 

     AFFIRMATIVE SIR. 

     "Sip the coffee dear," an older lady pulled at the coming loose button on her homemade sweater. 

     Click.  More clicks, breathsbeing sucked in, Oh noooooos. 

    "Can you hear me now?" 

     Nervous laughter.  "I do Sir."  Shot of coffee.  "She hung up on me." 

     A tiny voice on one of seven phones emphatically yellef, "I'HE CALLED BACK!" 

     "We can't connect all the communications togeth-," A man plucked the talking phone from the line volunteered "-er, until we figure out what the fuck is going on." 

     Phones around the Sat Phone conversation.  "Can you back your satelitte up?" 

     "ME?!!!!" 

     "YOU should do it since they're asking!" 

     "Hey now.  I didn't know I had one.  Do I have one?" 

     "By proxy." 

     Silence at proxy.  "It means YES via your company connections." 

     "Hold on the landline's ringing."  Footsteps.  "It's downstairs but I'll be back," the voice came back and said.