They say I'm Pearl - part 2

"An unidentified number", she thought as she decided whether or not to pick up her phone. The vibrating piece of plastic in her hand stopped abruptly. Sighing, Fatima realized she missed her chance to answer, even if she had finally decided to do so. She was but contemplating her habit of indecisiveness, as her phone vibrated once to remind her of a voice message. "Connecting to Voicemail...", password typed, waiting, waiting, "One new voice message, 21 saved voice messages, first voice message..." As she listened to the voice behind the receiver, Fatima's eyebrows raised, just enough for her mother, who had just stepped into the front door, to notice and ask whom it was she was speaking with. Fatima glanced up quickly, nervously, as if to avoid answering. She new very well who it was, though the man had not yet left his name. But what should she tell her mother? "Don't wait too long, she'll be even more curious.", Fatima thought scrambling to come up with something suitable to say. "It's a courtesy call! Now they call your cell phone and leave messages! Isn't that crazy?!" That's the best Fatima could do. But it seemed to have worked. "Terrible! Absolutely terrible!" cried her mother, clearly disgusted.