The Spat Upon Vet Revisited

Back in mid-April, the phone rang one evening. You have a call from Ed, the woman’s voice said. I was in end-of-day mode, not the best time for a tele-scammer to invade my home life. I hung up, and the phone rang again almost immediately. That dance took two more turns, before I switched to sardonic. Ed’s not here, I answered in my most blandly convivial voice, but she insisted. It’s a call from Ed.

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