"Mobile phone," O-Ren said, and taking a long breath so that her hands wouldn't shake, she picked it up. "Moshi moshi," she said, in a dull, practiced teenager's voice. So many tricks to remember.

She listened for not more than ten seconds before the phone clattered out of her hands. "Fuck," she said numbly, and then kicked the damn thing under the bed, the dial tone fading away. "Okay. How's your lying?"

Quickly now, she headed back to the closet, undoing the lock.