The shrill ringing of the telephone reverberates through the quiet house at 2:37 in the morning. But by now, after living like this for over fifteen years, I barely even open an eyelid. Just as I am drifting back to sleep, I hear the garage door go up and the faint sound of my dad's car starting up. The occupation that my dad is in has accustomed my family to these early morning calls. No, he is not a doctor or a lawyer. My dad is a pastor.
Barnes, Stacey, "A Sunday Job (1994)" (1994). The Valpo Core Reader. 290.