Harper walked past me without raising her eyes, carrying Julian’s luggage straight up the stairs.

I stood silently in the hallway while Harper took Julian’s luggage into the master bedroom.

I pulled the heavy glass door of the Oak Ridge public library phone booth all the way closed, shutting out the murmur of the morning visitors by the front circulation desk.

The coin return pocket was ice cold under my fingertips as I checked the tray for loose change before picking up the heavy black receiver.

I fed three quarters into the top slot and listened to each metal coin clink down through the chutes inside the housing.