Nick has been gone all week.
And so, while we do set our alarm nightly - the alarm that to my surprise doesn't go off in a tiny little model of our house at the police station - I sleep with my cell phone right next to my bed. Even though we have a land line right there. Just in case of some unexpected calamity like someone smashing a window and cutting the phone lines or a vampire attack or what-have-you.
I have always been afraid of whatever might be lurking in the shadows. Also, I have always been Team Jacob, despite the alabaster vampire loins and rainbow sparkly skin.
So anyway, Nick has been calling me on my cell first thing in the morning to wake me up.
And this morning, when the house phone, which we almost never use, rang, I was surprised.
I answered, and Betty said, "Lisa?"
"Hi! Where are you?"
"In the kitchen. Where are you?"
"I just got up."
"So what are you calling about?"
"I'm not calling. You called."
"I didn't call you. You called me. The kitchen phone just rang."
"Well, my phone just rang, too."
And then it dawned on me to stop talking...which gave me a chance to hear my husband's slightly fainter voice in the background saying, "Lisa! Betty! Lisa! I'M CALLING YOU."
Now that there are two of us, this is probably even more true. Poor man.