# Broken Lines

I need a number, a telephone number which I have lost, and the person I want to speak to, whose lost number it is, is ex-directory. Quite a few people in my family know this person’s number, but quite a few of us don’t speak to each other. I think I’ve work out how to get the number, but the person I ask doesn’t have it – she asks someone else, who I don’t usually speak to. So it goes on, crossed wires and broken lines of speaking, of loving. Perhaps something’s happening. I may have let go of a few loose ends.