When Arrows Fly
“How many times should I tell you, this is a phone, Rubin. A phone!”
“I know. I just like to call it that for it sticks in my head better.” She watched me as I switch the phone on and enter some numbers. “You see, when you click the number one,” I leaned down and show her the screen and how it works, “My phone will ring and I will go to you, alright?” I showed her my phone and she cringed at the sound, her eyes still alight of curiousity.
“Why should you go to me when we are together? Is this how you communicate here on earth, through this black pad?”
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