The waitress nodded and said, "Is your name Betty Ross? There's a phone call for you in the back, I think." It was one of those wall phones with a wooden stool under it just before the restrooms.
On the other end of the line, Bruce was in a payphone at a gas station somewhere in Indiana. He was mentally kicking himself for doing this, it was risky but....he wanted to at least hear her voice. Even if he hung up right after.
He knew her favorite coffee shop and information had given him the number. It had been a full five minutes before he had dialed it.