The Man From Uncle

I hold the receiver close against my ear. The busses crackle against the wires as they whirr past and people talk excitedly by the stop on the pavement. The dial tone cuts out and Doozy (see Doozy on my sidebar) picks up the phone. She doesn’t sound like I thought she would. I had her down as an MTV voice. She’s wackier. Less rehearsed. Excellent. She couldn’t get the phone yesterday because she was at her desk. She was waiting for me to call back. She is happy for us to meet tomorrow. I bid her