“For me?” Papa would never call her at work unless it was an emergency. Elizabeth was so upset she nearly dropped the box of doughnuts. “Are you gonna take all day?” Celine said, and Elizabeth ran to get the receiver. “Hello?” “This is David Lassiter,” her caller said, and she nearly died on the spot. “You called.” It was not a question but a statement, a signal that he was a busy man and she was a pesky interruption. All nerve endings, Elizabeth twisted the phone cord. “Yes, I called because...” She sputtered to a stop, her mind a total blank. All she could do was stare at the raspberry jelly she’d smeared on her fingers. Celine’s harsh voice made her jump. “Are you gonna stand there all day dawdling, or are you gonna finish and get back to work? This is a business phone, you know.” Elizabeth had about three minutes to convince David to let her see him, and if she couldn’t do that she might as well call it a day, for she’d never get another chance. Not unless she wormed her way back into his office building again, and she didn’t figure that would happen in this century or the next.
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