"Ew, no. I was told this was the Library of Congress phone number."
"Not in a total blackout. Not tonight anyway. Besides I'm at home and I've slipped into something more comfortable."
Guy covers the payphone mouthpiece with a hand palming an alcohol wipe. "Lady, do you think this is your husband?"
(i)click(i)
"Call back, call back."
Fourth ring answered. "Are you some kind of pervert or something?"
"Me?! You're the one who told me you're in your nightie."
"Who is this?"
"One of the professor's students."
"Is he," a hesitation, "Teaching everyone well?"
"Oh yes. But most of our group went off together and we got held up at the restaurant."
"If you need to know where he is, you'll have to call him because I don't know."
"Well, that's just great. He threw his in a fish tank. Do you know anything about a vigil?"
"His cousin Vergil? What's that static?"
"A VIGIL I'M NOT SURE WHICH MINISTER."
The line went dead.
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