"Sam, someone called for you at ten thirty last night."
"I dunno, some girl."
"Oh, thanks Mom."
Who would call the house for me that late at night? Everyone knows to use my cell phone...
A couple of nights ago:
Butler: Guess who I heard from the other day.
Samchan: No way. She isn't dead?
Butler: Apparently, although she won't talk about what she's been up to and she hasn't done much of anything.
Monday morning, at work:
I just figured out who must've called that night...