Adah's Room; McTyeire Hall. Emory University, Atlanta, Georgia, April 11, 1964.

[ecirpnellehada]

With a sigh, Adah paused, curling over her desk a little bit more because it was far more comfortable that straightening up, and she looked at the various papers and books scattered in front of her. She told herself that she had nothing to worry about, really; these reports weren't due for a while now, but, of course, when it came closer to the

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[stupid_toasters]

Somewhere around her, a phone was definitely ringing. If phones could ring urgently, this one would be doing that. Lee, on the other end of the phone, was trying to entertain two kids with little to no toys.

It was not going all that well.

Ring phone ring.

[ecirpnellehada]

On the desk, buried beneath a few scribbled notes that were half about maternity practices and half poems about death, a small little piece of technology that Adah had long regarded as absolutely useless in the sixties buzzed to life, shuttering against the desktop before making its first, ringing breaths of life in months. It made Adah jump, slightly startled for a moment before she stared at the hidden cell phone.

...Dog, she hated phones, but the fact that this one was ringing...

Slightly confused, she shifted the papers out of the way to flip it open and bring it to her ear.

"Hello?"

[stupid_toasters]

Oh thank frak she'd picked up. He would have been calling his father next if she hadn't.

"Adah, it's Lee," he said, putting on a cheerful voice. "How are you?"

[ecirpnellehada]

Yes, this was exactly what she had been worried about when that phone started to actually ring.

"...Eel," she said, quirking her eyebrow and feeling her shoulders make the attempt to straighten. "Fine. You?"

And if she was right about the phone, she'd actually put her left arm on being right about that question, too.