I DIDN'T SLEEP WELL. Hell, I didn't sleep at all! It's now Saturday morning and I have no plans other than calling Danny and setting things right. I eat a bowl of cereal and wait for the clock to hit eight. Danny needs sleep, so this is me being patient. The minutes refuse to go by fast enough and fifteen seconds before the designated hour, I hit speed dial.

She doesn't answer. I'm holding a rugby ball in my hand staring at the phone in consternation. "Just pick up," I say ...