There is something about the way the phone rings that lets you know it's Them - a kind of glitter in the chime, a certain je ne sais quoi to the cadence, which seems to skip a beat as if it can't believe that They are calling. You pick up, heart throbbing, getting ready to move your mouth, a sly frisson of sweat striking your palms.
"They asked me to call," Their assistant says. "They want you at the house next Thursday. And then you'll all go somewhere. A plane will be involved. You'll want to bring a passport. Until Monday, let's say. Can I pen you in?"
Of course, you say. Because, really, you know no other response. And you want to. And you like Them. [excerpt]
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Leebron, Fred G. We Are Not Friends. Tin House (Winter 2001) 2(2): 56-60.