In the middle of her dozing off, the home telephone rang. Victoria opened her eyes. It was 4:15. The cordless was on her wife’s side of the bed. “Hello,” Naomi answered stretching her arm above her head. “Just a minute.… Victoria, it’s for you. And it’s not DéJà,” she said, tossing the phone on the bed. Naomi looked at her; looked at the phone; said, “Handle it, sweetcakes”; then left the bedroom. Victoria’s eyes opened wide as she picked up the cordless. A hesitant “Hello” escaped her lips. Her stomach churned, praying he wasn’t foolish enough to call her house. “Why, Victoria? I’m not going to stop until I get what I want.” “I see why your parents disowned you. You are—” She stopped midsentence in an attempt not to meet him at his low level. What man would beg for a woman who didn’t want him? “You have no right calling here. I didn’t give you my home number.”
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