The phone rings. Could this be the news that brings me the break I've been praying for? "Hello, may I speak to Sandra?" I reply, "I'm sorry you have the wrong number." Frustrated, I hang up. I've waited a day for this call, only to be fooled by a wrong number. It's beginning to get late, I need to fix supper. I think I'll be fancy and have spaghetti. It's a step up from my usual canned ham. After my meal, I still haven't heard from the firm. I give up, better luck tomorrow I hope.