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You pick up the phone and dial his number once again.  It rings several times.  Your stomach writhes...anticipating who will answer the phone, and then you hear his voice.   "Hello?"


"Hey" you respond in a broken voice. 


"You OK?" Ristain asks, somewhat alarmed at your tone.  


"Not really"  you crackle


"Did you call earlier?" he asks in a concerned tone, sounding much like that cat that ate the canary.  


You pause for a moment trying to piece together your words carefully, but before you can get anything out he begins to justify your concerns. 


"You weren't supposed to know she was here" he says after a couple of moments of silent contemplation.  The shallow sound in his voice reeks of regrettable capitulation.  



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