My telephone rang in the middle of the night,

but I didn’t answer it. It rang and rang

and rang and SHUT UP! and rang as if it were possessed.

I always figured that good news doesn’t travel in the middle of the night, so I didn’t answer the telephone.

I let it go to hell. I was right, too.

It was somebody calling to tell me that Kennedy had been hit.

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