Chapter 3: The Phone Call
The phone rang throughout the loft. Roger and Mark sat listening to the message.
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"Hello?" a girl's voice said, "Marky? This is Nanette. I hope this is the right number; I looked you up in the phone book. Anyway, I was wondering if you were busy this Saturday evening? A sculpture and a few paintings of mine are being shown. I was wondering if you would like to be my escort? Um, if you can, please meet me in front of the Type A Art Studio on Avenue C, right across form the Buzzline building. Be there at eight, and dress up. It's a black tie affair. Bye."
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Roger turned to Mark.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Just an old friend that I ran in to," Mark answered vaguely.
"Oh," Roger said, and then added, "You're going, right?"