Then something exciting happened. He cell phone rang. It wasexciting because what crossed her face ranged wildly on the map of humanemotion. And oh, did I divide that moment up into millionths:

The phone rang.

She decided to ignore it.

She decided to answer it.

She decided to ignore it.

She decided to check caller-id.

She looked at the phone display.

She turned off the phone and continued speaking.

But the moment before turning off the phone broke down furtherinto submoments:

She worried that it might be a specific person.

She saw that it was.

She turned off the phone with an angry snap.

But this submoment broke down into even more sub-submoments:

She grieved.

Pain shot through her like a lightning strike.

So, Clarissa had an ex she was still connected to. I said,"Clarissa, you're a desirable girl; just sit quietly and you willresurrect." But wait, I didn't say it. I only thought it.