Geraldine’s car was found, somewhere in the Quarter. It was banged up and the radio was stolen… again.
Actually I got the news last night when Donika (Geraldine’s granddaughter) called. We were already in bed, so we let the answering machine pick it up. Donika promptly hung up and called again, got the answering achine, hung up, called again, got the answering machine — on the fourth or fifth attempt I intercepted the call.
“Donika, when you get the answering machine, you need to leave a message. You can’t just keep calling back again and again.”
We’ve explained this to her several times but she just doesn’t get it.