Answering Machine
For several days, she’d come home to her apartment and find yet another message from Buckley on her answering machine: ‘Merri, Merri,’ he’d implore in a sing-songy voice, ‘you have to call me right away about this Sony thing on Monday.’ She was pissed off at Buckley at the time, but finally caved after he’d left something like 10 messages in a row, all with the same request: ‘Please come to Sin-E’
