What's this? croaked Jenny. She was staring at a piece of paper that was clutched tightly in her hand. She had a panicky look on her face. Her flatmates looked up, alarmed by her voice.
The phone bill, choked Jenny. It's nearly four hundred dollars!
"How come?" asked Marissa.
Michael gazed at the carpet.
Jenny lowered the piece of paper.
Marissa spoke first. I don't know anything about it, she said earnestly. Honestly.
It was me, said Michael. I forgot to tell you. It was funny really.
Jenny took a breath and continued, her voice now calm. No Michael, I'm really upset; it is not funny. I am responsible for paying this. Just tell me what you did. The usual bill isn't even half this amount. She knew from experience that it was the best way to handle the situation.
Well, you know those DVD's advertised on TV? I called the number, but I must have misdialled. It's not uncommon for me to get phone numbers wrong.
Michael paused, then decided there was no other way to say it. His explanation came out in a rush. I rang Egypt, he said. I don't know how. The guy who answered seemed keen to have a conversation; wanting to practise his English. I was going to tell you. It was an accident. I just lost track of the time.
This account might be in my name, but it's yours now Michael, said Jenny, handing him the paper. To his credit, he accepted it graciously.