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door with enough force to rock the car and remove the
smirk from Elliot’s face.
    Ignoring Beth, he
settles into the driver side leather seat and presses the ignition button on
the dash of his red 3LT Corvette Coupe. The 436-horsepower engine ignites. Yeah,
that’s the ticket. The rush of adrenaline quickens his smile, and the throbbing
pain from the goose egg becomes a memory.
    Beth, unimpressed,
flips her phone open to call Mrs. Freedman and notices that she has a new text.
    “Hello, my
beautiful, beautiful girls.”Again the message has a blocked caller ID.The message arrived at 7:15 am .She would’ve been in the shower.“That’s it; give me your phone.”
    Elliot is
preoccupied negotiating the traffic and intent on reaching the freeway that
should be thinning by now on the westbound lanes out of Boston.
    “Elliot!” Beth
snaps.
    “What?Oh , yeah. Sure.”He reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve his
phone, without taking too much of his attention off the surrounding vehicles.He tosses it to her.
    Beth grabs it
midair and opens it.She goes to “Sent Messages” and finds none of the
messages she’d received are in his phone’s memory, sent or received.
    “Elliot?”
    “What?” The 3LT
engine comes to life as Elliot presses the accelerator harder toward the floor
board.The engine sound retains its civil nature with the benefit of the
highly tuned exhaust system.The Vette effortlessly passes eighty miles
an hour at the end of the on-ramp.They enter the flow of traffic
heading west on the Massachusetts Turnpike to Brighton.
    “Where’s the text
you sent me last night … and this morning?”
    “I didn’t text you.”
Elliot’s heart pounds from the thrill of the speed.
    “Sam used my phone
to text Kyle, but she sent it to you by mistake.”
    “How did she do
that?” Elliot’s frown deepens. This is looking like it’s  goin’ to be talk
time and not drive time.
    “She hit number
one by accident.”
    “Oh, I’m number
one?”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    “Are you sure she
hit number one?”
    “Sam said … Good
point.I’ll check my Sent Messages . ” Beth suddenly feels sick. I considered Sam setting me up. I assumed she may have made a white lie about
her battery dying. But, I heard the warning beep. She actually sent the message
to Kyle. She didn’t hit number one at all. I’m an idiot. How do I shut the door
I just blundered through with Elliot? Being a guy, he probably doesn’t have a
clue. “Yes, it could be Kyle’s number.” Beth fiddles with her own phone.“You think I should tell Sam about the weird messages from Kyle?”
    “I don’t know,”
Elliot replies, a bit puzzled.
    “Thanks for the
insight.”
    “Shouldn’t you
call Mrs. Freedman?” Elliot pulls into the office complex parking lot.
    “Actually, I think
that’s her car.” Beth points in the direction of a gray Cadillac.
    “OK.Let’s
go say hello.” Elliot gets out of the car.He pauses and then with a
boyish grin says, “Uh, Beth, you’re first on my speed dial too.Maybe we
should talk about our phone similarities some time.”
     
    *   *   *
     
    “Good morning,
Symphony.” Beth says, entering the office lobby.
    “Yeah, Mrs.
Freedman was early, so she’s been here awhile.I think I scared her.So
I sent her to your office and pointed her in the direction of the doughnuts and
coffee,” Symphony says with the excitement of watching moss grow.
    “Great thanks,”
Beth says.
    “No problem.”
    Beth and Elliot
walk back to her office.“Don’t you think she’s a bit dark for a
receptionist?” Elliot whispers.
    “You have a
problem with her Goth gear?”
    “Yeah, she scares
me.What happened to Cherry?”
    “She was too much
to handle before a pot of coffee.So I introduced her to a friend in
retail downtown.Making clients suffer with ‘Cheery Cherry’ just didn’t
seem right. Symphony, on the other hand, makes them feel good about themselves.She doesn’t fish for information or empathize with their