It had been years since she had heard Clark's voice, but the moment she heard it she knew it was him. They had been friends in school, but over the years they had lost touch. He went on to work for a newspaper and she did a soap opera (or... sort of did a soap opera) and journalists were the supposed natural enemy of actresses - next to critics and body fat.

"Clark." It was still a surprise to hear from him. He was probably the only person she knew who she would actually call a good person - probably the only person she had ever met who qualified, especially now. "Hello, sorry this is a surprise."

She had been trying to get Randy to go to sleep when the phone rang, and now she was grateful he hadn't been sleeping. If he had she'd never get him back down. She balanced him on her hip as she adjusted the phone to cradle it between her head and her shoulder and then went back to bouncing him. Fuck, wasn't he tired? She was.

"How are you?"