During these mad dashes to the wall phone in the kitchen she hadn't time to fall but with fantastical grace and dexterity wrenched herself upright in midfall and continued running {dogs whimpering, yapping hysterically in her wake, cats scattering wide-eyed and plume-tailed} before the telephone ceased it's querulous ringing--though frequently she was greeted with nothing more than a derisive dial tone, in any case.
( Joyce Carol Oates )
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