Lisa*

I remained quiet wondering whether or not I should speak up or hang up.

He didn't wear his glasses as usual so I could see the worried expression in his eyes.

"Lisa?" He started walking into the kitchen, his eyes settled on the telephone that I'd dropped on the table out of fright.

"Who was that on the phone? Your boyfriend?"

"Oh, no, sir. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Who was that on the phone then?"

"I wanted to speak with Mrs. Laura," I lied.

"What were you going to tell her, what was so ...