He sat holding his phone for a long time, for maybe half an hour, while the sky in the windows grayed toward rain. He waited for so long and in such a stupor of reluctance that it was almost like Zen archery when his thumb, of its own accord, hit the speed-dial for Connie's number and the ringing dragged him forward into action.

      "Well, she is a year and a half older."
      "Calendrically."