GRACE.
The telephone rang the minute I stepped into my house. I had only just returned from dropping Laurel at school.
Everything seemed back to normal till I lifted the telephone from its cradle.
Jody hadn't noticed me yet. She was sprawled on the love seat sofa in my tiny sitting room, distracted by those South Korean dramas on her mobile that made her cry and laugh at the same time.
The caller on the telephone had a modern American accent. He asked if he was speaking with Grace Jones and I'd have concluded the call as spam until he mentioned ‘The Man I Saved Last Week’.
“Why should I meet him?” I had asked the caller impatiently, standing with my back resting against the wall behind me.
“Are you not curious to know how the person you saved is faring?” he asked, then
