I could hear Shaggy Hair Boy’s cell phone ringing, but I couldn’t see where it was. Shaggy Hair Boy himself was sound asleep in our living room, on the floor underneath the orange tree that he planted many years ago. Like me, he can sleep anywhere, anytime. When he’s tired, he’ll just lie down on the floor, no matter where he is, and he’ll be oblivious to the world within seconds.
I didn’t mind stepping over his body when I walked though the living room, but the ringtone on his cell phone was obnoxious. I looked at the windowsill, the chair, and the piano, to see where he’d set it down, but it wasn’t in any of the obvious spots. Then I found it – carefully balanced in a crook of the orange tree.