Whoever is calling us should not be calling us. The telephone is there for emergencies only. No one has our number. “Did you give our number to one of your friends?” asks my dad. No, of course not. If I had any friends I would never have given them this number. We were watching a baseball game and then the telephone rang and then my stepmother announced to the room that she’d be taking the call in the bathroom. We have a rotary phone in the bathroom hanging on the wall next to the bird cages. The phone is yellow, the birds are green. We have too many phones for no one to have our number, but someone has my stepmother’s number.