(continuation)
- My name is Philip Joyce, chairman of the jury of the Man Booker Literary Prize. He paused. Elizabeth said nothing. "She participated in the Prize, correct?"
- There is! If there was a phone call that Elizabeth would not expect was the call of the president of the Literary Prize of enormous prestige and where, annually, there are a high number of participants - Yes! Yes! Yes! Hmm ... huh! Yes, I sent my original! She took a deep breath and tried to control the cardiac arrhythmia that had seized her. He was silent.
- Elizabeth! Mrs. Elizabeth White, are you there?
- Yes ... yes! Sorry, I was trying to get back together.
- You know, certainly, because I'm calling you.
