5
Rocky picked up the telephone receiver, then slipped a quarter into the slot of the pay phone. Headlights from passing cars illuminated the glass of the phone booth. The accordion door of the booth muffled the street noise. The air felt heavy and smelled of rain.
The phone jangled as the coin disappeared. He dialed Sharon’s number and waited, as there was a series of clicks until the phone at the other end began to ring. After two rings, a feminine voice answered.
“Hello?” The voice wasn’t Sharon’s.
“Hi, it’s Rocky. Is Sharon there?”
“Nope. She went to the grocery store.”
Rocky felt a twinge of impatience rising inside him. Sharon always seemed to be out whenever he called, and her roommates never offered to take a message. Getting information out of either of them was always a lot
