““Then she called Gansey. It rang twice, three times, and then: "Hello?" He sounded boyish and ordinary. Blue asked, "Did I wake you up?" She heard Gansey fumble for and scrape up his wireframes. "No," he lied, "I was awake." "I called you by accident anyway. I meant to call Congress, but your number is one off." "Oh?" "Yeah, because yours has 6-6-5 in it." She paused. "Get it?" "Oh, you." "6-6-5. One number different. Get it? " "Yeah, I got it." He was quite for a minute then, though she heard him breathing. "I didn't know you could call hell, actually." "You can call in," Blue said. "The thing is that you can't call out ." "I imagine you could send letters, though." "Never with enough postage." "No, faxes," Gansey corrected himself. "Pretend I didn't say letters. Faxes is funnier." Blue laughed into the pillow. "OK, that was all." "All what?" "All I had to say." "I learned a lot. I'm glad you misdialled." "Well, Easy mistake to make," she said. "Might do it again." A very, very long pause. She opened her mouth to fill it, then changed her mind and didn't. She was shivering again, even though she wasn't cold with the pillow on her legs. "Shouldn't," Gansey said finally. "But I hope you do.””
