“L, hi… this is Crystal. From high school. I’m writing a book about Andy and interviewing the people that were closest to him. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to talk to you. They all want to know what you have to say.”
I only answered the call because I saw the South Dakota area code. I haven’t lived in South Dakota since 1999. No one knows me there anymore. I have a tendency to assume the worst so I answered the call believing someone would begin explaining how my father was in an accident or something equally horrible. But no, it was Crystal. I explained how busy I was and said maybe we could talk sometime next week. I added her number to my contacts to be sure that the next time I could avoid her.
