Sometime back around January 19th Matt lost his iPhone. Today, after three months of snow that haunted and howled and refused to go away, and after torrential rains that kept my basement sump pump spewing water onto the front lawn, Hannah, Hil K’s sister, found it under some leaves on the outside ledge of her front porch. Matt plugged it in and after a full charge it works as if it’d never left his pants pocket. Riddle me this. Where has it really been? I swept the snow away from that porch back in January, before I raked the white mounds piled at the base of the house. Add Matt’s determined search, and Jen whom I kept hecktoring and Hil whose vigilance ping-ponged from Daryl’s house to that black topped area where Matt had briefly stopped, and you have a phone but not an answer.
Phone Home
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