I Made The Calls

I sat on the stoop this morning with June's list. I did not want to call Ines first. I did not want her to hear my voice and know I do not know how to do this. I called anyway.

She picked up mid-word. She was already talking about the second look. Vintage stuff from a house in Long Island City. She did not say hi. We were just in it, like always.

I wrote the model shoe size on the back of the envelope. My hand was so small on it. I had to squint to read what I wrote later. A thing I did, on paper.

By tonight, seven slots are full. Eight. I said it in my head and my stomach dropped. One is still empty. I keep thinking, what if I can't fill it. What if that is the part I can't.

The mug is still on the table. So is the envelope. I am not ready to move them yet.