By the time we realized what it was and Rick had staggered to pick it up, no one was there.
Middle of the night phone calls usually signal a problem.
It was a little before nine in Texas where his daughter and grand kids live, a little before eleven in New York where his mom lives and in Boston where my daughter lives.
We checked emails and Facebook to see if there were any messages.
None.
We fell back into restless sleep.
The next day we checked with all our loved ones.
No, they hadn't call. Yes, everything was fine.
Our second night back in Argelès, the land line rang at 4:44 a.m.
I made it to the phone. No one was there.
"Maybe," Rick said, "It was the alarm."
Our last morning in Argelés we were planning to leave before six. His smart phone, my dumb phone had both been set. He also had set the land line.
He thinks he has deactivated it.
We'll know tomorrow at 4:44 a.m.
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Maybe it was a ghost or ha the NSA! I can understand the phone in the middle of the night. It can be a scare for sure.
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