Kelly
The next evening while I'm elbow-deep in dishwater, cleaning up from dinner, my phone rings. I have to hurriedly dry my hands and grab for the phone before the call cuts off. I can't see the screen and hope it's Crash, but as I flip my finger across the screen I can see that it's an unlisted number. Probably a marketing call. Great.
"Hello?" I say through my teeth. I will be civil. but I will not let them waste my time.
"Is this Kelly Berkstram?" a warm voice says on the other end.
"Yes, it is."
"Kelly, my name's Bob Mendelson."
He waits then, like I should know his name. I wrack my brain but come up blank.
"Uh, hi, Bob?"
He chuckles. "Haven't heard of me, huh?"
"No, I'm sorry. Should I?"
"I guess not." I can hear his smile under his gruff voice. It makes me smile back. "Kelly, I had a call from a colleague today, Conrad Feinstein. He tells me you're a talented young lady."
