Re: call
[There's a distinct pause before he switches over. Not as simple. His is accented, but with Brooklyn, not Russian. It's light, but it's there.]
Remember some of that. [It's a tacit admission - he had been waiting to call her to see if any more came back, and it didn't.] But you picked up new tricks somewhere.
[There's a soft sound of wind in the mouthpiece. He's outside, wherever he is, and he's listening to her voice uncommonly hard. It's familiar as an old record, and it dovetails with the perfume and that copper red hair. It's enough to almost, almost remember a face.]