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Calling Parents and Hunts
The line rang. My stomach was actually in knots. I knew if someone called my parents at five-thirty in the morning, they would be pissed. Maybe not as much if I was missing, but enough that it made me nervous. A man answered the phone. He didn’t sound sleepy, he sounded a little upset, not angry, but certainly not happy. “Parakaló?” “Um, hello. My name is Jennifer Meriwether. Is this Mr. Iordanou?” “You mispronounce my name. What do you want? I need this line free.” He responded in a heavily accented tone. I suddenly realized, my mind went blank. Damn it. This was the worst time for that to happen. I took a breath and tried to focus. “I’m calling about your son, Zephyr.” I said. “He’s not here.” He replied. “You’re calling because you have him?” The sound of a woman talking
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