The Tables Turned

An hour later, Lorraine changed to another phone number to call Myra, but no one answered. She dialed five times and didn't get through until the sixth. Feeling exasperated, she questioned loudly, "Why aren't you answering your phone? Do you want your mother to die sooner?"

Myra pretended to be scared. "My phone was on mute."

Lorraine gritted her teeth angrily. "I left a small blue box in the corn