Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
No, all you shall get is breath. Listen.
[And she tucks the phone into her robe and carries it about as she brushes her teeth and washes the tea cup. There are steps on rickety stairs, and the creak of a bed that speaks of none of the comfortable wealth that their childhood accustomed them to. A candle is blown out, and the flame crackles a moment before obliging. There is silence, then, until even breathing takes over. Eventually, the line dies and there is nothing further.]