I hate early-morning phone calls. Waking in the weak light, fear causing a minor earthquake inside the stomach, and the necessity of lifting the receiver and having to be civil to hear the dreadful news.
“Hello,” half mumbled, half screamed.
“You’re home,” a cheerful voice. “Back from exploiting Mother Earth, I presume.”
“Earth Walks,” I groaned, relief making me feel ten pounds lighter.
“Good to hear your voice too.”
“It’s four in the morning! Do you know that?” I yelled.
“When the spirit calls, follow her you must,″ he answered.
“Listen. I apologize for the hour but I have been...