The End of an Era

My earliest memory of the phenomenon I am about to describe began when I moved to North Berkeley in 1995. Beginning then (earlier? not sure), EVERY SINGLE TIME Jeckle and I talked on the phone, at some point a few minutes into the conversation, we would hear a beep, usually just once. Or maybe always just once. For a long time, we were simply surprised and would ask each other, "What was that?" to which neither of us had an answer. After a certain point, however, we began to joke that Hyde was listening in on our conversations. This happened consistently, no matter where I was living, as long as she was on her home phone and I was on mine.

Last night I was talking to Mariposa when we both heard a beep albeit not the same kind. However, it caused me to have a sudden and disturbing realization: The "beep" has not happened ONE SINGLE TIME while Jeckle and I have been talking (and we have talked a lot these past few months) since Hyde died.