Asking tough questions

I cross my fingers and hope it isn’t her. I lift the phone receiver and I listen to the message. Her voice is on the other end. There are few times in my life when I have dreaded checking my voicemail. {{As an intern,}} when I got a new message, my face lit up as much as the new message indicator light on my phone. Whether it was a compliment, a complaint or a story tip, I knew someone was actually reading what I wrote. But I don’t feel that way today.

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