Sienna Johnson's heart was in turmoil.
If it doesn't work out, I'll find Curly a stepfather... she thought.
No "well-intentioned lie" could compare to finding Curly a father.
No, Curly is so beautiful...
Sienna headed towards the Department Store. After a few steps, she thought about how stepmothers might abuse children, and stepfathers... Curly really looked too easy to "bully."
A tall man walked out of the green public phone booth. Sienna, separated by glass, stared at the public phone, unable to move.
Although she had deleted Adrian Desmond's phone number long ago, she still remembered it. She hadn't called him many times. However, her damn good memory allowed her to memorize Adrian Desmond's number so well that she could recite it backward.
As if bewitched, Sienna entered the public phone booth. By the time she realized what she was doing, she had already picked up the receiver.
