I felt very disturbed and wished that she had never called me.

I stared at the telephone, betrayed again by this strange instrument so far removed from nature. I've never seen anything in nature that looked like a telephone.

Clouds, flowers, rocks, none of them resemble a telephone.

I don't know what's going to happen between my daughter and me. I've searched through the possibilities like an archaeologist. These ruins puzzle and haunt me. But I haven't the slightest idea how to catalog them and what museum they will end up in and if the dig has just begun or is it over.