I pulled myself out of a deep sleep. I knew the ring, but could only think that it wasn’t Buster’s. I flung a hand on his sheets. Cold and empty. He was still working. I tried to open my eyes but succeeded only partway. They felt glued shut. I unlocked the phone and muttered something. My mouth didn’t want to open wide enough to actually utter a coherent sound. The person on the other end was having trouble speaking too. I heard guttural noises but nothing I could make sense of. “What?” I said. “Who is this?” I pulled the phone away but my eyes wouldn’t focus on the name on the screen. I put it back to my ear. “Dewey,” I heard. My throat closed up. This was not a random wrong number or drunk dial. That was Vangie’s ring. “Dewey, I need some help.” The voice got a little stronger. I turned on a light. “Vang …”