[World, November 4, 1995]
The message on my answering machine begins with the loud exhalation of a child holding the phone too close. Then, apparently, she pressed her hand over the mouthpiece because this is muffled: "Mom, it's a answering machine."
The voice of a middle-aged woman comes on the line. It is kindly and somehow lush; I picture a full-bodied woman with big eyes. "Hi, Daisy? This is Cammie. Would you like to go on a cruise?" She speaks clearly and precisely; maybe Daisy is hard of hearing. "In August. If so, give me a call." Cammie gives her number, then adds in a sweet voice, "Thank you. Have a pleasant evening."