The Forgotten Number
Screenshot via @Numberphile on YouTube I sat on my couch, half-watching some TV show I wasn’t really into, when my phone buzzed once, twice, and then… stopped. It was almost as if someone had tried to call me but quickly hung up, or maybe it was my phone acting up again. Either way, I squinted at the screen and saw… nothing. No missed call. No text. Nada. Then it hit me. Granny. Granny must’ve tried to call me. She’d been trying to reach me all day, and I’d ignored it, mostly because Granny’s calls always came with some bizarre request. Last time she called, she asked if I knew how to fix a broken toaster. I told her she should probably just buy a new one, but she insisted that she needed that toaster. It was apparently the only toaster that could give her toast with the exact right amount of crisp. Like, is that even a thing? I don’t know, but Granny swears by it. But this time… this time felt different. Maybe she really needed me. Maybe something happened. Or maybe—oh who am I kiddin
