My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

which at this point was everyone.

Four rings. Five. Six.

No answer.

He pulled the phone away and looked at it. Put it back. Pressed it harder against his ear as though pressure might produce a different outcome from the same action.

Nothing.

I reached into my pocket and produced the satellite phone I had been carrying for this exact purpose. I pressed continue reading …