A Phonecall

I was puttering around the kitchen, trying to make a halfhearted sandwich, and the phone rang. Nobody said anything when I first picked up the phone. I responded with silence.
"I saw it, Cam." Lilly said.
I told her I was sorry. It sounded like she'd begun to cry, and I tried to tell her I was sorry again and that everything was going to be okay. I ended up coming out with the whole story. The clearing and the whiskey bottle and the hair touching - all of it. Lilly was quiet throughout.
"I want to throw up," she said.
I asked her what she wanted to do. She said she had to think about it. We talked about television for another half hour or so, and she didn't say another word about Tommy.