gallenga

The shrill sting of the telephone raises Katherine from an otherwise deep and perfect slumber. She sits up, her hands clutching her lower limbs. There is only one receiver in the house, cemented to the kitchen wall. The iced tiles will burn her and the phone is sure to ring off as she arrives, her whole night's rest ruined. While he sleeps peacefully on.

I usually forget that those people have preferences, that they have refined tastes derived from the days when they had choices, when, just like the rest of us they were fodder for marketing executives and subject to the same cultural spins.