"Do you think you can pull this off?" Jenna asked, her voice fuzzy on the other end of the payphone. I was leaned on a telephone booth— talking about ancient technology, I know—feeding the hungry machine with quarters it gulped down incessantly. People didn't develop cell phones for convenience or because that's where technology was headed, I decided, it's because payphones are a scam. A dollar every three minutes? Jesus.
"No," I said. "I mean, yes. I mean, I hope so? Do you think I can?"
She paused, and then I could hear the loud clacking of teeth and chewing of gum. Jenna must've gone through at least three packs a day. If she had that addiction to anything else, cigarettes or booze or even video games, she'd probably be in sorry shape by now. As it stood, she only happened to have ex
