Could it be true? Could it really be her? It was too good to be true that he almost forgot to acknowledge the speaker. "Yes! I'm here! You have no idea how long I've been waiting to talk to you!", he said as tears started to stream down his face. "Aww, baby! I've been waitin for your call as well, hun!" the woman said with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning. "What is your question for me, baby?" she continued. "I don't have a question, I..I," he stuttered, "I just wanted to hear your voice...to hear you talk to me!" Maybe he was too excited and forgot that he was paying to have a question answered. The universe was calling to him but he was too preoccupied with his brush with celebrity that he wasn't listening. "I'm glad you're callin me, baby. Are ya sure you don't have a question for me?" she asked in a perplexed tone.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe just the realization that he was paying good money to talk to someone he had seen on television and couldn't even think of a question to ask, but he hung up the phone and sat on the floor. He rocked back and forth, tears still coming from his eyes. He glanced at the television screen whose warm glow was the only light in the room. There she was in her cosmic brilliance. As the character on the screen spoke, he closed his eyes and compared it to the real voice, the one he had just heard over the telephone. Both were the same but the voice on the phone was better, it was real. Realization sunk in. The enthusiasm that greeted him over the phone soon washed across his own face as he stared at the screen. "I just talked to her. I just talked to Miss Cleo!"
(to be continued...)