Vox

This evening I answered the phone to hear the most wonderful voice. One of Malcolm's co-workers had called looking for him. The speaker's voice carried a heavy Scottish accent. It wasn't gruff, but very polite and soft-spoken. I felt like melting, and I'm sure the speaker thought that I was slow-witted because I replied in a lazy tone with more questions, asking him to repeat himself if only so I could listen to his voice a little longer. I know that I'm being a silly girl here, but this stranger's voice elicited a very physical reaction in me. Perhaps his voice isn't so spectacular, and I am simply experiencing the repercussions of the date diet.