Not to worry, Phillip,” Father O’Toole said. “I was just inquiring as to what authority they—” He stopped abruptly, jumping forward as the wall phone came unhinged behind him, dangling by a corner screw.
“Huh,” Gil pondered. “Look at that.”
“What happened?” Father O’Toole asked.
“The phone fell,” Gil answered.
“Well, naturally! I’m not blind, young man. I’m asking how the phone fell!”
“I blame gravity,” Gil offered. (Excerpt from Whisper of Light)

Auteur: Jennifer DeLucy