He decided to phone Sarah. It seemed important to get in touch with her, although it was still night-time at home. He had to go down to the telephone in hotel lobby.
Sarah sounded confused and sleepy. ’Who is that?’
‘Sarah, it’s Macon. I’m sorry I woke you but I wanted to hear your voice. How’s the weather there at home?’
‘The weather ? I don’t think it’s light yet.’
‘I wish I was there . we could do some gardening today.’
‘But you hate gardening! Macon, are you all right?’
Yes, he was fine, he told her. He’d had a good flight over, and yes, maybe he was a bit tired.