The Call

After hearing the Archdruid's news last night, I sat by the phone, long into the early hours, but it didn't ring (apart from Young Keith asking if I was on my way down to the White Horse, as the landlord was having a quiet night, and needed the extra takings).

Maybe Fabio has lost my number. The Archdruid swore blind she'd given it to him. Or maybe he had an early night, and will call today. That's bound to be it. I'll keep close to the phone this morning. I'm ready for The Call.

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