Twenty-Six Years Ago
The phone rings and he picks it up… “Hello?” … then jolts as he hears the voice.
“Davey? Is that you?”
“Shelley? Yes, it’s me.” He pauses, looks over his shoulder then around the doorway into the lounge. “Shelley, Stephen’s not here right now, but I’ll have to talk quietly. How are you? Why are you calling? After all this time, why are you calling now?”
“Davey…” Her voice trembles. “I was wondering if… Would it be possible for me to come home?”
“Home?” He holds the receiver as though accusing it of lying. “You want to come home? Shelley, has something happened? Are you alright?”
“Yes, something’s happened, and… no, I’m not alright. Do you think I could come? Would that be... possible?”
“Permanently you mean? To leave the City?”
Clumping sounds in the background
