“No,” he lied, “I was awake.” “I called you by accident anyway. I meant to call Congress, but your number is one off.” “Oh?” “Yeah, because yours has 6-6-5 in it.” She paused. “Get it?” “Oh, you.” “6-6-5. One number different. Get it?” “Yeah, I got it.” He was quiet for a minute then, though she heard him breathing. “I didn’t know you could call hell, actually.” “You can call in,” Blue said. “The thing is that you can’t call out.” “I imagine you could send letters, though.” “Never with enough postage.”
