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part seven: pass
When the phone rings at seven in the morning, it's almost never with good news.
Someone's sick, someone's dying, someone's missing, someone didn't make it home.
This had been Jen's philosophy since childhood, when the phone rang early one Sunday
and, within two hours, she was in the car on the way to Pittsburgh to go to her aunt
Brenda's funeral. When the phone rang on the morning of the third day of January while
Grams was still out of town, no one was sick, and no one was dying, but it was a call that
was, in some ways, equally unwelcome.
"Hello?", she muttered into the phone, rubbing her eyes.
"Jen?"
She froze, blinked, and managed a squeaky, "Joey?"
"Jen, I'm really sorry to wake you up so early, but . . . ummm . . . I'm at the airport."
Jen put her hand to her forehead. "The airport here? You're at the airport here? Why
are you at the airport here? You were here visiting, like, a week and a half ago. Is
everybody all right?"
"Everybody's fine. I took this flight, and I got in at like three in the morning, and I've been
sitting here . . . I can't call Bessie because they're out of town at Bodie's folks', and I tried
Jack, and he's not home, and I . . . I can't call Pacey, you know, so . . . I was wondering
if you can come and pick me up. I'd take a cab, but it's like a half-hour drive, and I left in
sort of a hurry so I don't have any money anyway . . . "
Jen could hear that Joey's voice was shaking. "Dawson isn't with you?"
There was a pause. "No, no. Dawson isn't with me." It was more than an immediate
observation.
"Go buy yourself a big cup of coffee, Joey, and I'll be there before you finish it."
"Thanks, Jen. Really. Thank you." Joey hung up.