“I called Clay from the SUV."How'd it go at the paper?" he asked."She called me perky.""Ouch.”

“Aren't you going to answer it?" Lopez asked."I'm afraid it's my mother," I said."She calls on Sundays?""No, she calls whenever things are going badly.”

“This is me.’" He handed her the precious scrap of paper. ‘Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose if you phone first.”

“Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?""No""No?""No.”

“Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name.“Does your mother call you Pigeon?”“No.”“Then to me you are Paul.”...“Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read.“My mother never calls me Nathan.”“Is it Nate?”“She calls me Honeylips.”

“Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.”There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism.”