Valerie tried to shove the phone deep back into her leather bag, but Martha reached out and gripped her wrist tightly.

“Answer that call right now!” Martha ordered.

“Let go of me!” Valerie demanded, trying to pull away.

“Answer the phone!”

“It is obviously a technical glitch with the network,” Valerie claimed frantically.

“Dead men do not make technical phone glitches,” Martha retorted.

Samuel stepped closer to intervene.

“Martha, you need to regain your composure.”