It’s one thirty. He has not called. “Can we go now?” Miri whines. She’s already in her coat and boots, waiting by the door. “Ten minutes,” I say. “You said that ten minutes ago.” I ignore her and continue wandering around the kitchen, pretending to be busy. “I know you’re pretending to be busy.” I sit down on the tiled kitchen floor. “He said he’d call at one.” Ring! I leap to pick up the receiver, but all I hear is a dial tone. “Hello?” Weird. Miri is bent over and howling. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” “Huh? You did that?” “Yeah,” she says between giggles. My hopeful expression morphs into an annoyed scowl. “How?” “I’m not sure.