You run to the phone booth just outside the town hall. The phone book
sat on the ledge. You look in both the yellow and white pages for a
Mrs. Amela Clarson. She is no where to be found. You call collect with
your milk money and ask for the phone number of Mrs. Amela Clarson.
The computer animated voice replied.
"No information on Mrs. Amelia Clarson."
The phone clicked and your change flys out of the slot. You stuff it
in your pocket.
Maybe this information isn't as useful as you
thought.