“Shirley stood there having her face nearly the same color as the scarlet receiver of the Smiths’ phone she was holding in her shivering hand and… just sighed! She was not singing the song they just prepared; she even didn’t read any rhymes… she couldn’t say any word. Thrown the receiver back to the phone base, such as it was a poisonous snake but not a simple piece of plastic, she landed onto the sofa where Emily was sitting, also not being able to say anything.”
Book:Gods’ Food