A Matter of Etiquette

By Steve Carr

I didn’t know who was calling, because I didn’t look to see, but I answered my phone.

“Hello.”

“Who’s this?” a disagreeable voice demanded.

“You called me,” I said.

The caller persisted. “Who’re you? Where’s Cassie?”

“I’m sorry, I believe you have the wrong number,” I replied, and wondered why I should be the sorry one.

With a grunt, the voice was gone.

I hung up, curiously concerned. I hope he finds Cassie—or maybe not. Maybe Cassie didn’t want to be found. Maybe Cassie found someone else more deserving of Cassie. I quietly wished Cassie well.