Pay phone on Paul Bunyan Drive at Fourth Street, June 16, 1999, 1:15 P.M.
MAN: Uh . . . hello?
ANDREA: Hi. I’m looking for Ryan. Is he there?
MAN: Um . . . Ryan who?
ANDREA: Ryan Coates.
MAN: I guess I’ll check.
Ryan? Is Ryan Copes here?
[muffled conversation, shuffling of receiver]
BOY: Hello?
ANDREA: Where are you, Ryan? What the fuck are you doing?
BOY: Um . . . (clears throat, sighs)
ANDREA: You know, it’s one thing for you to pull your own vanishing act, but did you really have to take the fucking cat?
BOY: Edith Head?
ANDREA: Ry?
BOY: (drops voice) Mmm-hmm?
ANDREA: Hold on. I’m not in the mood to fuck around. Who is this?
BOY: Joey. I’m a friend of Ryan.
ANDREA: Oh really. Are you in a band too or something?
JOEY: Yes?
ANDREA: Of course. What band?
[pause]
JOEY: The Buzzcocks.
ANDREA: Please don’t fuck with me.
JOEY: I’m sorry. It was the first thing I could think of.
ANDREA: Who are you really?
JOEY: Joey. I’m in high school. I work at Dairy Queen.
ANDREA: But you know Edith Head.
JOEY: Yeah, I love Edith Head. We’re homies. Leah and Everett and I feed her hot dogs.
ANDREA: Oh. Do you have her now?
JOEY: No, she stays in Ryan’s van. Except when he walks her.
ANDREA: He walks her.
JOEY: Yeah. At first when he put the harness on, she walked backward to try to get out of it.
ANDREA: (unable to suppress laugh) Oh my god.
JOEY: Now she walks like an alligator.
ANDREA: What the—never mind. Is Ryan there? Can I talk to him?
JOEY: Mmm . . . I don’t see his van right now.
ANDREA: Will you see him soon?
JOEY: I hope so. It’s been a couple days.
ANDREA: Just tell him to call Andrea, will you?
JOEY: What number?
ANDREA: He knows the number.
JOEY: Who are you?
[pause]
ANDREA: He hasn’t said?
JOEY: No.
ANDREA: You better ask him.