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The phone rings.
Fea, not recognizing the number, answers it, hoping against hope it might be an employer contacting her about a job.
"Hello?"
"Hello. May I please speak to Susan?"
Fea, whose name is not Susan, who lives with no Susans, and who, in fact, only actually knows two Susans off the top of her head, neither of whom other people tend to know, and both of whom live at least a hundred miles from here, says, "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number."
The woman asks, "Is this [she reads Fea's phone number one digit at a time]?"
"Yes," Fea responds with infinite patience, "However-"
The woman interrupts. "Well I have this number in front of me, and it says it is Susan's, so it must be Susan's number."
"That is my number," Fea responds, rolling her eyes at Nienna, who is giggling, "but I am not-"
And then the line goes dead, leaving Fea to hope the woman realized that Fea was not lying when she said there was no Susan to be found in her vicinity.
Whoever you are, madam, I hope you find your Susan and stop calling me.
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