“You got the right to one phone call,” he said, raising the visor of his helmet.
All my life I’d been rehearsing for this moment. If a genie offered you three wishes, your first wish had to be that all your other wishes came true. Scheherazade ended her story each night on a cliff-hanger so the sultan let her live another day to hear the ending. There had to be a twist with the phone too.
He smacked the night stick into his palm. “Come on, I haven’t got all night.”
“I must speak to the President,” I began.
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