Sophia Maxell. |
Sophia Maxell I sneak out to the balcony hall and make the long walk past all the empty guest rooms. I pass my brother Zack's room, and I past Lee's room. Both of them must have gone to sleep hours ago. I sneak down the steps without making any noise and finish my run to the guest living room. I take the phone from off the end table and take it with me under the sofa, and then I stay still and listen for a minuet. I don't hear any footsteps. I take a big nervous breath and dial the operator. One ring later a woman answers the phone. "Hello operator speaking, how may I help you?" She says. "Uhh…" My voice gets small suddenly. "How can I help you?" The voice asks more firmly. It dampens my courage, but I clear my throat and force my words to come out. "Uh, I'd like to make a collect call please." I say. "Name of the person calling?" "Sophia." "And the name of the person you're trying to reach?" "…Zandy James." I say. "Ok, Area code first and then the number please." … "Ma'am?" The operator says. "Number please." "…Um…I don't exactly know the number." "Do you know the exact city or state?" She asks. "Heaven, please." "Excuse me?" "Heaven." I repeat. Now she's silent for a moment. It makes me feel like she's hung up on me. "Umm," The operator says. "There's a Heavener in…Okalahoma." "That's not the one." I say. "Well then which is it ma'am?" "Umm, you know Heaven, the one with God." I say. The operator is about to say something but then she stops. And then she's about to start but stops again. "I'm sorry but I can't do that." She says. I'm surprised that she's still patient. "Why?" I ask. I really want to hear her response. "Well because we don't have a phone line to Heaven." She says. "Then can I speak to God?" "Ma'am, how old are you?" "…Why?" I ask. "Because this isn't the way you can talk to God," The operator speaks in a low tone. "But if you answer some questions for me I'll help as best I can." I feel dumb. Like when someone asks me something and I'm completely not prepared. I guess I could hang up though, if I don't want to talk to her. "I'm eleven." I go. "Where do you live?" "…Florida." I say. "The best place to go to learn about God would be a church." Church. I don't think I've ever been there but once. The time Mom died and all those people came to watch her go into the ground. But I don't want to talk to God; I really just wanted to talk to Zandy. "…I don't know if God really wants to talk to me," I say "…I was just hoping he might let me talk to my friend again." "Do you know anyone who would listen to you?" "…Well, I only had one friend," I say. "But I think, maybe… Lee seems ok." "Do you think he's open minded about God?" "I thought I saw him talking to God one night." I say. "But I didn't see God and I couldn't hear what they were talking about." "Well that should get you somewhere shouldn't it? The next time you see Lee, make sure and ask him about God." "Ok," I go. "I'll ask him." |