Telephony

At Clare, less pretty than it sounds, my father checks his
Mobile. It runs through Geneva and appears to have been
Cut off. We locate and infiltrate a Telstra dealer. The man
G’days us and sells us a SIM card. Which works. My father
Calls to register, out on the street. An ambulance hovers.
Several numbers are dialled before the Telstra operator’s
Connected. She runs through the usual connection
Options. My mother asks if it takes this long in Europe.
We call the North Star Hotel in Melrose. They have two rooms.
Technology in excelsis, deep in the backwoods.