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Chapter 4

Then, one morning, while Stanley procrastinated about, plopping down at the dining room table and finishing the outline for Act II, the phone rang.

“Yes. This is…yes, Stanley Fowler…yes…my birthdate? Ten, twenty-seven, forty-four. I can wait.” He twisted the phone cord around his wrist. More waiting. “Oh, thank you. Thank you.” Stanley drew in a long breath, held it, then exhaled with relief. He put down the receiver, then picked it up again and dialed a number he knew by heart. By heart. Such a telling phrase.

“Blake. I’m…I’m fine. I don’t have it.”

“Wonderful. Now can you relax?”

“Yes. Yes, I think I can.”

Silence. Then: “Don’t hang up, Stanley.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t have it, either.”

“But—”

“I took the test.”

“How? When?”

“Dr. Edwards squeezed me in last week. I was worried I might have given it to you.”

“We need to try to be better,” Stanley said. “No more fooling around. With others.”

“I’m fine with that. Are you?”