The phone vibrated and knocked one of the jigsaw puzzle pieces to the floor.
Allen bent to pick the puzzle piece up, but then saw it was Yvette. She never called when she was out with Brandy.
Sundays were sacred.
Sundays were mom/daughter day.
Yvette was the most independent, self-sufficient woman he had ever known, and she hated cellphones.
Allen snatched the phone from the table, the green cardboard piece of Lake Superior be damned.
“Honey?” he said and the panic in his voice was viscous.
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