" He wound the cord of the receiver around his thumb. “I can’t be by for you right at five. Not if I clean up first.” “That’s fine. I want to eat a little supper anyway.” “Okay, but don’t fill up.” “I won’t.” “Georgie?” He touched the unit, willing her to hear him before she pulled the plug. “Yes?” He let out his breath. “Don’t change. I like that dress.” “All right.” He dropped his hand. “Bye.” “Bye.” She hesitated before finally disconnecting them. "

― Deeanne Gist , Love on the Line